re-hashed
since this winter. sometime, 07.
a sleight ideal
i look at myself, and the wrong intention hits me
squarely
only to remind me that today's a round about for tomorrows. and limboland always ran
parallel to purgatory
(i'd like to slap a copy of The Divine Comedy on the mouth of whoever silences dreams. please, and thank you)
much in the same way
everyone must race to find which truth
(in every harebrained, halfcooked denotations & improvisations of the daytoday get-aways)
can be cooked and sold for brunch. which ommision is stuck
to the top of the blinding unbearable court's
gavel? and which sound strikes truest?
which color is the brightest?
and why do i do what i do?
my first explanations
not easily construed, so, see,
for you, i want everything.
for me, i only want the truth
facts
with relentlessly reckless abandonment;
there are misunderstandings for dinner and
a beautiful, collapsing, birthday cake for dessert.
we are re-runs in the Sahara, Antartica, and in Alaska
where we thought of hiding
all night, for days.
i
am feverish for only one religion;
i
am running well over the speed limit, here.
i
know, i know, i know; this i know.
Flashback to life, wanderlust and love, all wrapped up in the the rocky mountains of colorado, last summer; cut to the moment i found a strawberry field forever with Kelly, the girl from Boston who taught me words aren't necessary; or atleast, not nearly as so as in the city. everytime i glanced at her while she drove us from state to state, we spoke in beams of smiles and bad radio stations. talk radio commercials that taught us twang
and yet, the strawberries were red
which reminds me of the intertia
of that red train
that sucked me undertow.
i could be perfectly sane, tripping my mind aways,
only to hear a train whistle, and snap
into something
else.
&you know, the way i saw you,
i thought you held the universe in plain sight;
thought i saw answers in your palm;
i thought you and The Milky Way might have been old friends.
and around every bend, your unwavering gaze looked ready, and willing,
to ward off a thousand swallowing lions.
today,
a different story.
i traded in your face in remembrance of remembering my own.
there's complications complicating our already conflicting charges.
see, i dove right in to the thousand yeared sea, only to find i can dissolve in an instant. i am
something or other. correct me on that if i'm wrong.
the only way to be right is to have never left.
and yet
that just couldn't have been me,
nor you,
though.
i know you,
and you know me,
despite in the chaos - i
center
out side
the
lines.
1. http://download.yousendit.com/9FB6B9337F1F74E0
2. http://download.yousendit.com/21A2B19B722D1717
3. http://download.yousendit.com/23BF73DB6A45FA10
--
i keep finding old scribbles on papers i've misplaced everywhere as i clean.
and you wonder why i don't straighten up more.
a sleight ideal
i look at myself, and the wrong intention hits me
squarely
only to remind me that today's a round about for tomorrows. and limboland always ran
parallel to purgatory
(i'd like to slap a copy of The Divine Comedy on the mouth of whoever silences dreams. please, and thank you)
much in the same way
everyone must race to find which truth
(in every harebrained, halfcooked denotations & improvisations of the daytoday get-aways)
can be cooked and sold for brunch. which ommision is stuck
to the top of the blinding unbearable court's
gavel? and which sound strikes truest?
which color is the brightest?
and why do i do what i do?
my first explanations
not easily construed, so, see,
for you, i want everything.
for me, i only want the truth
facts
with relentlessly reckless abandonment;
there are misunderstandings for dinner and
a beautiful, collapsing, birthday cake for dessert.
we are re-runs in the Sahara, Antartica, and in Alaska
where we thought of hiding
all night, for days.
i
am feverish for only one religion;
i
am running well over the speed limit, here.
i
know, i know, i know; this i know.
Flashback to life, wanderlust and love, all wrapped up in the the rocky mountains of colorado, last summer; cut to the moment i found a strawberry field forever with Kelly, the girl from Boston who taught me words aren't necessary; or atleast, not nearly as so as in the city. everytime i glanced at her while she drove us from state to state, we spoke in beams of smiles and bad radio stations. talk radio commercials that taught us twang
and yet, the strawberries were red
which reminds me of the intertia
of that red train
that sucked me undertow.
i could be perfectly sane, tripping my mind aways,
only to hear a train whistle, and snap
into something
else.
&you know, the way i saw you,
i thought you held the universe in plain sight;
thought i saw answers in your palm;
i thought you and The Milky Way might have been old friends.
and around every bend, your unwavering gaze looked ready, and willing,
to ward off a thousand swallowing lions.
today,
a different story.
i traded in your face in remembrance of remembering my own.
there's complications complicating our already conflicting charges.
see, i dove right in to the thousand yeared sea, only to find i can dissolve in an instant. i am
something or other. correct me on that if i'm wrong.
the only way to be right is to have never left.
and yet
that just couldn't have been me,
nor you,
though.
i know you,
and you know me,
despite in the chaos - i
center
out side
the
lines.
1. http://download.yousendit.com/9FB6B9337F1F74E0
2. http://download.yousendit.com/21A2B19B722D1717
3. http://download.yousendit.com/23BF73DB6A45FA10
--
i keep finding old scribbles on papers i've misplaced everywhere as i clean.
and you wonder why i don't straighten up more.