words don’t travel as they use to
blocked by mountains
scared of river beds
drowning in wastelands
bringing death, to her knees
singing her song
that sweet
last song
Tag: Travel
mulligan
jacket weather
never leave the house jacket weather
lover.
that’s the type
friday the first we woke on a boat that’s the type of
lover.
refugee
fighting away
the urge to fight
just take a flight
find a home
made out of bricks
read about the licks
you missed
in a boat sailing away;
far away
that ain’t very fair
they made you mayor
now they call you traitor
blow your brains out with a lazer
and that wouldn’t phase her
found her drawn in crayons so i traced her
just so i can taste her
later
lightworker
you’ll lead the way
will follow;
protector of man-
the earth below her feet; she worships
the ones you will not meet; she notice
electric fingers twirls the air like string
earth given powers, meant as a sign
to bring forth the daily wonder
we walk on without regard;
her gentle roars keeps the power safe,
fangs bear the wicked and worsen-
a tiger guardian, a lightworker.
today; she works as a electrician
bringing light
to those ready.
Leon
a crewmate on our last days – “be
less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,
our lives on Leon; this boat will change you
so you can survie, we live on our captains words:
where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!
we sailed on Leon for days without rest
collecting fools gold for our nest,
until the sea gave out
reclaimed Leon
like a mother and child
city adjacent
let’s
run away from this town
this town we are stuck in
escape this noise
escape the tragedy
dance into a state
that doesn’t know our names
until they know our names
amphibian library
i always here:
“where did you go?”
face plastered on milk cartons
at the local college poster boards
whispers at the taverns-
i heard he’s in miami now,
settled down
stable job
sings songs on the pier to the birds
or
he’s a frog
spends half his time in the sea
the other half in a zoo for you to visit,
i am right here,
every night you know where to find me
curl me up in your palms
but i won’t purr like before
like god you left a long time ago,
you can’t expect a warm welcome
healthy exchange
where did i go,
i left your intrest circle
so you spun me out
i am right here
singing songs on piers
swimming at the sea
writing poems somewhere in between
where i’ve always been
on the road
it has been awhile
hey,
can i join you
what are you drinking
i know it’s been awhile
can i top you off
never wrote us off
just wondered
after those years apart
where we could have been;
i see it in my dreams
it’s usually my fault
maybe we could get dinner
i would love to hear
how we both ended up
at this bar
with each other
traveling lover;
everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
getaway
i can’t stop the shaking,
the feeling of giving up
dropping everything
& start anew.
somewhere where no one knows
anything, where i can build,
somewhere quiet,
it won’t stop the shaking
it’ll be back the next day
maybe a month from now
but that time
sounds perfect
Saint's Muse 