No need for words that last forever
Just want them to last with you
Fourth verse, worse luck, stroke by stroke
heart burning brass
Biting lips
Rambling notes
Doubt and despair
On the page
I can’t feel them
Special talents
Aren’t a blessing for me
In ink is where
my pen dances for you
You’re mourning
tomorrows forecast today
Don’t ache or shout
When now lasts forever
Brilliant
is something I can’t be
But I’ll crash into your gloom
With brass and ink
Here, now I’ll make them dance for you
No doubts
on the page
Stanza 2
Want to spit on the plans of these mice
maybe the only proof I’m alive
The future I thought I had
between ambition and dignity
Want to delete this vision of me
It’s an outline of my limits
The journal of my anxieties
has no page for tomorrow
Erase it all
These fantasies “what could”
This nagging sense “what should”
Worthless wild fantasies
Keep me out of now
I shut myself down before starting
I shut myself down because best won’t happen
My rotting luck
Your arrogance
Another chance
Remake it all
The old ideas
All your creative merit
Let me show you
What it can do
Stanza 7
“You’re an oblivious sort”
Our heartache loops from you to me
Mobius heart, these fights go on
Two arcs, one circle
“When did we get tied up”
In a way that ties up our days
Mobius heart, these fights go on
Two arcs, one circle
“In other words, you’re broken”
But the loop draws us closer
Gordian bond, down within
Too laggard to sort it
“When did we get tied up”
Unspoken, I won’t say why
Mobius heart, these fights go on
Two arcs, one circle
“In other words, you’re broken”
“In other words, this is ashen”
In your eyes, embers yet burn
Burning dawn breaks the night
This pain is evenly split
It has to be that way
This is our color
Until my steam dries
Rushing to you
Crossing soil and turf
Our flower will blossom again
The color resembling you.
Stanza 11
A college rule sheet of paper in left hand
A crumbled drawing in the other
Another sketch of a dream not to be
Shining white tomorrows
Tarnished left hand
I saw you between the lines
Shining white tomorrows
A plastic door to you slip away
Bent and water marked, it keeps you safe
Roaming prayers with no guarantee
Blue walls cutting white light
To see you I have to see my shadow
blotting out your best parts
Every time I seek you
It is a kind of magic
The reason for a day spent inside
Is the outlines of you I find
Only to crumble you
And start again
Arm to arm, eye to eye
Every serif brings you closer
The burden of your dreams
Next for me to find
Does this tarnish your hope
After a day blotting, sketching, crumbling
Those blueprints you make
A kind of magic you share
Stanza 13
Crossing the city
A choir of cicada harmonize
“Praise the summer season”
A lily in bloom across the rail yard
My cheek on the glass
Make me move
Ask to escape and upset the patterns
Somehow
With dead reception
We close up
Blinking out of contact
Ill portent at the worst time
How long will we ignore what we know
until we’re sincere again
With eyes racing laps
Dissociate wonderland
Far off caution bells and choirs
Saying good bye to you
Stanza 17
Beyond the purple dusk, a harvest moon burns
Two gold hearts like mirrors, reflecting the sky
A treasure shines in night or day
Helpless, complacent
When will you turn the engine over
And see how far you run
Shadows spelling 5pm
A wine blowing through cars and trailers
“If only bring could fly me to you”
Will there be a day when you beside me feels dull
If so, I’ll come running back to here
Never let this treasure tarnish
Day to night, feelings fleet
We can’t run fast enough
Always outrunning ourselves
Set the leaves ablaze
keep dusk from rising up
Run the city
in golden hues
