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
Tag: Symbols
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
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
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
thirty and counting
i worry that i’ve wrote it before
said it before
and the words lose meaning
like white out to a dictionary
i mutter white noise
it’s not that this was my goal
or i over say these words
i don’t want you to question or forget
i don’t believe in ten seconds you’ll forget
it’s the eleventh i want to be remembered
and after the twelfth i’ll be there to hold you
thirty i’ll build you a fort that we can live in
a map will be in your email in the morning
chicken on the wrong side of the road
i couldn’t walk on water
i tried for months
drowning on my own blood
drowning on myself
i couldn’t get across
i couldn’t walk on water
i couldn’t get back to you
garbage man with an emerald necklace
a palace in comparison;
in comparison to the dump
where i find myself foraging for berries and a necklace
a necklace to present you:
i see it in my dreams, it is beautiful a single gem
the color of a lawn that exist longer then one summer
and i want to put it around your neck,
a present for a princess living in her palace
anyway to distract the fact that i live in the dump
and i want your parents to like me
and i want to be invited back
but i only have the one necklace
Jet Fuel
Woke up this morning
With a bright idea
Maybe I can exist
Forever right here:
pulled up with two to my name
nothing but a dream of fame
the lonely girl in the back screamin’ same
i’ll be here longer then you expected
spread all this magic i’ve collected
screamin’ louder then all ya’ll projected
change in the moment
change for the moment
singin’ over this fountain drinkin’ your bestowment
flyin’ high feelin’ real cool(cool)
stylin’ smoke chillin’ i’ll never run out of jet fuel
until I run out of jet fuel
Fate in your hands
While you’re waitin’ for me
I’m already there
Fallin’ in deep
Now is only now
Head back to the ground, dear
i’m still here-
ring in the bell;
it is a new year, at least by our estimation
lets face it the only dates we know are the ones sold to us
it is a new year, new year new me
but will go to the same places
eat the same food but work out for a month
new me
ring in the bell;
it’s dinner time
let the feast begin
eat like the food stopped coming
eat like everything before this was just appetizers
eat like it’s thanksgiving and we’re celebrating the gratitude of a race
before we would betray everything they stand for
eat like the food is fucking delicious
and don’t forget to thank the cook
ring the bell;
it’s the ninth round and you know you’ve lost the last seven
at least
only way to win is to put that other guy on his fucking ass
bite down and go forward
it doesn’t matter if you go down, what’s the difference
bite down and go forward
at least you go down on your own terms or you win
bite down and go forward
click those gloves together and show the results of all your hard work
the masterpiece hanging on the basement wall- give it some sunlight
the weight you’ve lost, it’s not much but it really is though
bite down and go forward
and hang that belt over that stuffed dear your great-grandfather left for you
ring the bell;
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