Writing, Ideas, & Stories
stay; stay and grab a hammer
it’ll call for long nights but we have
a foundation with strong roots
i can see:
a garden in the back
an office for you
a type writer by the window;
you said you hate the ivy look
but it fits our older soul
and will grow older
if you choose to stay
the way we tell it, i found you-
really, you found me;
a wanderer,
and you;
never let me stray,
your eyes found me
deep into my arms
shut off all my alarms
while smiling
file two smile and i’ve been yours
walking that extra mile-
you found me walking nowhere in circles
a dream and two cents
and now its three and a mission
a magician with a spell
and with your permission
i’ll make this the last one
ring the one bell
standing
on the edge and i explode-
your hands on my burning chest
finding every inch of me
at the tip of your buds
opened up like a flood
your beating heart on mine
sleeping with a rake in my hair
and your shoulders are the handle
i watched you
walk away
and walk back
patter around in circles
chasing your tail
digging a hole
burying a bone;
i watched you
give life to a dead body
rising from ashes
a part that was long gone
a part that had given up-
i watched you preform a miracle,
not a spell or a wish
effort and a gift,
force fed-
stuck around to hear your service
blinking light came on
oil check, but was fed your lies
you’ll need to stick around and remove your eyes
change your ears and optional but would reccomend
a heart pump change
for somethng out of your shop;
a discount you swear
this pump will be different you swear
limping from your shop
everything disconnected
and the service light is off
i fell for you
actually
still falling no bottom in sight
i am falling for you
a marathon that gets better and better
a show that is renewed every year
it gets better and better no filler
i record every episode
i like to watch them on my free time
or when i’m not free
and you’ll take me captive
i’ll wake up in my own bed
and i’ll put on reruns
i wouldn’t let this go
i wouldn’t let this die
i’m not your average guy
i’m not going to dig an empty grave and wait
i’ll show you everyday
i’ll show you that i’m that fucking guy
every day
every moment
waiting for our next dance
waiting for our favorite song
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
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
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
Saint's Muse 