The cold of this winter
like death's babysitter
the wind that traces your bones.
A broken blowdryer
both hands in the fire
valentine's day spent alone.
All through December
and half of November
the sash rat-rattled and moaned.
Six nights a week
watching t.v.
a seventh night
watching your phone.
The cold of this winter like death's babysitter
the wind that traces your bones.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
found song
this is your brother
this is your son
this is who I am
and what I've done.
you read in the papers
you saw on t.v.
but never imagined
that person was me
I want you to know
whatever you think
I love you all
I love everything.
all of the promise
and all of the gifts
all that I've squandered
as long as I've lived
I offer to Jesus
and hope that He's real
to suck all the sorrow
I've made you feel.
but there was a moment
when I was a boy
when I was your apple
I was your joy
we could just freeze it
just pause the tape
dwell on that moment
think of that day
I want you to know
whatever you think
I love you all
I love everything.
this is your son
this is who I am
and what I've done.
you read in the papers
you saw on t.v.
but never imagined
that person was me
I want you to know
whatever you think
I love you all
I love everything.
all of the promise
and all of the gifts
all that I've squandered
as long as I've lived
I offer to Jesus
and hope that He's real
to suck all the sorrow
I've made you feel.
but there was a moment
when I was a boy
when I was your apple
I was your joy
we could just freeze it
just pause the tape
dwell on that moment
think of that day
I want you to know
whatever you think
I love you all
I love everything.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
And though it was so long ago
you still have my devotion.
And though I'm here and you're wherever,
I'm lost in the moment.
Where you couldn't see you with me,
I see across oceans.
I can't seem to tell between
past and present emotion.
A function of this kind of love
to go mostly unspoken.
A whisper's worth a thousand words
when your heart is still broken.
Just because all I was
was some spotaneous notion
don't interrupt my train of thought,
I'm lost in the moment.
you still have my devotion.
And though I'm here and you're wherever,
I'm lost in the moment.
Where you couldn't see you with me,
I see across oceans.
I can't seem to tell between
past and present emotion.
A function of this kind of love
to go mostly unspoken.
A whisper's worth a thousand words
when your heart is still broken.
Just because all I was
was some spotaneous notion
don't interrupt my train of thought,
I'm lost in the moment.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
West Palm
Not a sky in the cloud,
not a word on the street.
Not a word from your mouth,
just a broken belief.
A bar by the ocean
seagulls on a pier.
For the glory of nature
it's a buck more a beer.
But it's the offseason,
we're the only ones here.
It's a wound that I open.
It's a hurt I maintain.
My heart is broken,
you say it's a sprain.
not a word on the street.
Not a word from your mouth,
just a broken belief.
A bar by the ocean
seagulls on a pier.
For the glory of nature
it's a buck more a beer.
But it's the offseason,
we're the only ones here.
It's a wound that I open.
It's a hurt I maintain.
My heart is broken,
you say it's a sprain.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
What I Want
All the old tricks
in the book that I bought
don't really work,
book cost a lot.
Lessons in love,
hotel seminars,
standing in meadows,
wishing on stars,
praying to gods,
and if there's just one,
pledging allegiance
to Him and His Son.
None of it mattered,
none of it flew,
I'll get on my knees,
I'll never get you.
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