1.
You are singing the same song
you have always been singing.
The one where the words are all
did you do it, did you do it, did you
do it. I have not done it. Tomorrow
I will not have done it. The days pass,
and it has not been done. I only wish
you would sing a different song.
2.
There are dishes in the sink.
There is dust in the house.
There is clutter on the table.
You do not do what should be done.
You never listen to me, you do not hear,
I am wide open and you are always shut.
3.
Another question, any other question,
I had a lovely day at school they let me
hit something, today I ate a sandwich for lun
When the world falls down,
And the curtain is removed,
You see the machinery,
That has been driving you,
Think about what you're gonna do,
When the world falls down.
When your tears fill up,
And you cannot dry your eyes,
You cannot see through,
To what's bothering you,
And what this lifes coming to,
When your tears fill up.
Everything in slow motion,
Dancers stumble through the square,
Everyone is shoving by you,
Really getting nowhere.
The rocky road has become a river,
And the tires are making you sleep,
You dream in dark shades,
Some that terrify you,
While others help you through,
The rocky road has become a riv
Our lives and deaths,
Such lusty toil,
Memories left for comedy,
Blood replaced with burning fluid,
To preserve a shell, a joke.
Our breath and words,
We speak for days,
Voices echoed for tomorrow,
Cold stone marks cold flesh,
Embrace the loss of hope.
Our eyes and sight,
We see for years,
Only what reflection shows,
Flowers laid find root to grow,
In time they reach our bones.
Our joy and tragedy,
Is not in our mortality,
We never truly let go,
Small feet dragged to places,
Where children should not be made to go.
You dont like songs that you know have a message,
No you dont want to look for any keys
Youd prefer that people pour honey,
On your self imposed miseries.
So you pretend you dont like to look in the mirror,
Yes you claim that you are so ugly too,
See the flaws you hate are not in your skin,
They are forged deep inside of you.
You took advantage of my heart,
When it was chained to despair,
And from your barbed wire soapbox,
Tell me how Id be happier there.
I gladly and so gently laid at your door,
All the presents that you turned away,
The things that you find valuable,
No one I know has the restrai
She Will Be Near
But Unseen behind her Curtain
Isnt that like a book?
Caught just so between lark song and
The taste of Unblushing
Words awakening on her Breath
A startled square of glass
Unready for the Torch of dusk,
Quick to change the subject
She will watch the Coachmans approach
By not watching at all
Her weight confiding in the sash;
The Stars moving in pairs.
to Emily Dickinson
document 1.
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts
how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes. so does june 22nd.
in the time between and
after, I am left only with my birds
and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th. I can no longer hear
the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters
over the echoes of crows and
car horns, though the mud that
devours my shoelaces each morning
tells me the storm still hits while
I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeons
have gone. buildings boarded up,
graffiti
all over my car.
nothing shiny left for them
to shit on.
january 6th now--
eight
The leaves bite my skin like your incisors once slit knuckles, one cartilage laden bone at a time. A cold, bitter wind leaves me messages like yours, once hidden in shoes and coffee mugs and eyes. Maybe if I close my eyes, youll be here again, and your empty space wont be a troubling matter, without the bold lines your form used to lend to the landscape of my dirt strewn apartment. Maybe if I play your favorite songs I can tell myself that your silence is the sound of your listening. And maybe if I turn off the water and refuse to bathe, I wont wonder why the patter of the shower does not accompany your morning-roughened slu
Sometimes being empty can be good. Youre a hollow husk, full of air and dark space, a void, but at least you know the full dimensions of your body, where you end and when you begin. You can know all of yourself, with nothing confusing you or conflicting with your ideas.
Empty yourself. Empty your mind. Push the world out and in doing so, know who you are.
Cut open your head and peel back the shards of your skull. Dish out your brains with a rough spoon and carve out your cerebellum. Dont miss a single piece. Rid yourself of the contamination, wipe it away, bleach it out, and beat it out. Do what is necessary to be deaf, dumb, a