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Jul 18, 2006 19:15

dead wolf block
three in the afternoon, minus 4 and falling,
first day in what they called the promised land
loaded with soon to be dead timber, 
trespassing on clear cut graves,
through the swamp, over the living rabid homes,
snow begins to pile over  the already frozen sphagnum
wrists begin to raw but the shoulder in the real concern,
remember the fond memories of  despondency dependence
what i wouldn't do for a point,
just one,
then the recovering junkie next to me falls into the water,
neck deep, i help him out.
that's how i met Guy,
and that's when i knew my privilege,
not of being white and male, and middle class,
but being deft of foot, and strong of will,
i might have never been able to do it before,
but after i can do anything,
linger jealous a moment,

done?
i'm free, and it cost me nothing.

Cloud block
six kilometer walk in
not as bad as most, but worse then others,
knowing the next day, they'd take us in.
but not knowing the boat rumors were true,
it's so big here, and long,
but despite the sounds of wolves, and the sights of bears
weather is what kills you,
a morning that snows will be 30 degrees before the sun sets
i'm loved, but it doesn't exclude me from the lies,
the business as usual mentality is a sick joke
told by the survivors of worse campaigns of self abuse,
Macho Masochists that shame those who plead for a standstill sojourn,
pitiful,
what they become, not who they ridicule or obloquy.

i've come home to

Two weeks in a Virginia jail
For my lover, for my lover
Twenty thousand dollar bail
For my lover, for my lover

And everybody thinks
That I'm the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you

The things we won't do for love
I'd climb a mountain if I had to
Risk my life so I could have you
You, you, you...

Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed
For my lover, for my lover
They dope me up and I tell them lies
For my lover, for my lover

And everybody thinks
That I'm the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you

The things we won't do for love
I'd climb a mountain if I had to
Risk my life so I could have you
You, you, you...

I follow my heart
And leave my head to ponder
Deep in this love
No man can shake
I follow my heart
And leave my mind to wonder
Is this love worth
The sacrifices I make?

Two weeks in a Virginia jail
For my lover, for my lover
Twenty thousand dollar bail
For my lover, for my lover

Everyday I'm psychoanalyzed
For my lover, for my lover
They dope me up and I tell them lies
For my lover, for my lover

And everybody thinks
That I'm the fool
But they don't get
Any love from you

The things we won't do for love
I'd climb a mountain if I had to
Risk my life so I could have you
You, you, you...

and the usual, and i know you know what i mean,
but are smart enough not to pay attention or care.

i missed you, and you know who you are even if you won't admit it,
even to yourself.

back to work, my hands rubbing together,
as made true by the moment, and now expression, and even now the truth of working.

enough vagaries,
if you can read this, you have too much,
but if you are reading  this i love you,
make an effort, and i'll return it all in kind.
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