Sunday, July 24, 2011

My Fedex crush thinks I'm a creep

Looking at you is like seeing a white puffy cloud
rising up and up in a milk blue sky
What do I do with a white puffy cloud
except fall wet onto my head?
I fall for everything
with my tears pounding the way
and my hairdresser can't hide all my scars
But still
I like to look
I like to see you rise and billow
framing the city with unreliable comfort
It hits happiness, maybe the corner of

if I were a Louvin man

I've been told to seek my joy
let go of your worries and enjoy
My life so lucky
My life so free
 
so lucky  so lucky they say
and what I would do to be fenced in
to leave these playing fields
and just give in

So lucky so lucky they say
lucky as a spring day
with no trouble to hold you down
but baby oh baby they don't know
how loud the emptiness sounds

What I would give for old chains
that kept me home
I'm begging in the cold
No heart to warm me as I grow old

but momma I'm so lucky
got no debts to pay
and daddy I'm so free
don't nobody got a say

So here I'll sleep under the starry dark
dreaming of cages and locked hearts
and while I'm running free again
Just know I'm waiting for my luck to end.

not today but someday

I'm sitting in a pocket of my sneakers
silent still
without a smile in my heart

if it shatters don't come crying to me
you'll only cut your feet

it's gray here
and the stench of rubber
is refreshingly numbing

Sunday, July 17, 2011

concrete on knuckle

Someone tie me down and
feed me grapes and aspirin
smash the tv
burn my books
fill my ears with shells
cover me with paper
blind me with ink
I don't want to know that time is passing
Stop time
Stop time
Stop time
until it's over
kill me until it's done