Writing, Ideas, & Stories
chalk it up to good luck
made it without mac
this is what he was afraid of
see what i am made of
i wish you could see what i became
you joined the club last week just walking knees
now it’s me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease-
the man that i am- you would of hated it
you hated everything; but you would of thrown
a killer 27th club party
after you’ve lost your job and the world is crashing
what will you have;
when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass
what will you have;
fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl
what will you have;
remembering those few days rowing down to the river with the kids
kids with a pole and some bait late in the evening with a catch
catch a memory the size of a tuna under moon before the long night
night, that night- we had it all
i chased this dream
a dream of two;
two salads
two glasses
two sets of lips
two nights
channel orange
blurring the lines from sanity and the city
the city that made me
feelin’ nostalgic swimmin’ in our family pool
swim, swim good
high on novocaine
fallin’ from my mouth
hair changin’ colors
raisins on my hands
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
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
i see us arguing, a ton
usually about movies or music
and you want to be right
and i want to see you tonight
i love sharing passion-
i see us trying a ton of restaurants
half of them we’ll go back to
will share laughs at the other half
pasta will probably be our favorite
the ravioli is fire-
and i’ll take a ton of pictures;
shot for shot it’s my favorite
the album with pokemon stickers and harley quinn pins
listening to donald glover
love makes you do crazy things
spending everything for a second
she has me in the alley selling pennies
playing quarters with nickles
sitting on first after a triple
just for this dance:
and we will lock eyes as our paths join
fingers sway to the music all through your loin
oh me oh my your fragrance floats on by
smelling from my eye your beauty teaches me how to fly
and when the wind stops and your hair falls down your cheek
my lips fall into yours decomposing my knees oh so heavenly weak
and after a quarter
the song will end
to find another quarter
will be my long life quest
to dance again
my lovely empress
you watched me fall
you watched me climb, still watching
i know in her visions i am never stopping
a workhorse, mane and all
and i thank you for that:
dreaming on days when i can’t sleep
moving forward when my feet feel like concrete
living when i wasn’t sure how too
and i could never repay you-
i find myself wondering where you are,
if you’re still in the same city, playing the same guitar:
i left on a broken down car in the middle of a storm
lost in memories, in a jeep, with a ghost and you
no phone, no address, no one
a seven on my arm drawn in charcoal
the same one i drew on a casket not an hour earlier
and i haven’t seen you since
i hope you made it out of the storm too-
i love you- with only nine lines i couldn’t begin to explain
the light that i see in you, it is blinding
and i don’t need my mask, exposed to all of you;
it feels fucking great
your body in my hands warms my soul
my heart beats out of my chest when you’re near
and it’s been like that since you’re light touched me-
you’ll change the world, you’ve already changed mine
thank you
i looked you in the eyes
and i took your words as gospel
preacher of the light
the filler of void
an anchor in the middle of the ocean
and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason
that outfit you can wear during any season-
i pray to you;
before thy i kneel and worship the grace you give
the challenge in your eyes gives strength to those
that can’t will themselves from bed
that can’t summon the strength
that wish for change and are granted borrowed time from your generous hands
that you for the gifts wrapped in neat bows
an angel from below i thought sent to curse
to burn
yet you tend to my gardens
for i
for i am only a humble poet
a dancer of water for the moons wishes
a singer for those souls that cherish the moments that never end
and you granted my wish
for that;
i will love in my borrowed time
i will write about your words
about your beauty
about this life, from this view
