took a risk
once
the bill comes once a month;
and if i refuse
someone close will
finish my debt
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my favorite ode
i ask for this dance;
your hand in mine
the curve of my palm at curve of your waist
we won’t waste the song
either my own or one that is slow-
slow enough so our steps sync with our beat
it is
unique
our beat
drums come
the night
stay; in
our arms
we will
dance till
our hearts
recall
every
note played;
the song
our song we will humb on the way home
humb in our bed
humb in our dreams
where did you come from
the golden x on the map
was your address
across unnamed land
a festival featuring a panda as a king
around the parade featuring that same panda
i’ll bring you flowers and a stuffed bear
yes, the panda from the festival
and will come back for cotton candy
fun house
bringing the table to dinner
the house was easy to find like they said,
upside down with a boston terrier outside-
the laughing medallion given at the door
a smile for us and a laugh for all, she said
the party had purple gas crawling the floor
we are all clowns
laughing at the moon like a pack-
musical chairs with masks
spin the bottle with acid
eyes flipped inside out
dancing to bulletproof
after it all
i watched the way you moved
studying for the exam
no extensions or sick days
show up and shut up
i can’t fail:
in the morning mirrors will be broken
glasses will be shattered
my reflection will carry my sorrow
in baskets with ribbons
and the bell is my nightmare
never where you expected
hiding in plain sight
and you never saw me
ring the doorbell twice
i was always here
never there
just under your nose
right under
piccolo pete released in a church
patience was a gift;
gift from a screaming child
with a torch burning down the rafters-
as the smoke fills this locked shrine
my sense of justice leaves my eyes
the stained glass melts through my palms
the child hands me the torch
vanishes
into the black of the night
like a piccolo pete
fear of the planet
flying and you are the wings
the ground is the past
we’re above that now
sinking ships we’re all afloat now
focused on me and now i’m in lift off
two seats and rain checks cashed in
a lime or two and soft skin
i see your moves and the way you spin
girl i wonder where you have been
when i was on the ground
flapping my wings like an idiot
just wanting to leave the ground
lavender
it’s what home smells like
the aroma carries my clothes in my place
like a soft hand across my cheek
floating-
a memory shaped in a circle
never-ending
a reminder that you were here,
but when the scent fades
i crave you
a little taste to carry me for the week and the next
to be closer to home
found on the tip of your lips
the palm of your hands around my waist
leaving your lavender imprint on my chest
burning deep enough
so home is always with me
two times
i want it more than you
so keep my name out of your mouth
i don’t have the ego for this era
and it’s on the low
you can read my name from your couch
you’ll go to the internet and vouch
that your time was stolen
that i never punched out
this wasn’t your shift
and this isn’t overtime
i’ve been here putting in two times
working two times as hard
putting in two times the effort
and you’ll complain two times as much
but i never learned your name
but you know my story
