saranac lake
back to writing, my pain, these documents
were always
white like fences, pure sunlight stained,
until that black line, violently staining your eye,
makes its delayed and quiet hike to the
end of its words.
hung up like flags are my hairs, the blood so clung to
these walls, the memories so far, and accelerating.
i left my opportunity in saranac lake.
and that's okay, because me and that golden smile, we
caught up. when i left geneseo i left her behind, and
she remembered me and she deeply remembered me.
the truth is, we were both the same, and
i never took her hand until last night, when she looked
as devastated as me when i was at geneseo, fighting,
in the hot snow, the hot snow, for my happiness,
waning, waiting, wanting my way, my need,
i broke hearts to get into a place
where a valley, the valley, that happy valley,
swallowed me like the lips as they protrude out of the earth.
a girl hurt me, a girl that i trusted only a little,
oh, but enough, to trip me, trip me and see that
love in the air, next to her, and then when i looked into her
face i saw her blood moving to her brain,
and i knew that blood
would be then saturated, immediately, with
the pain she would place unto me.
as if,
there were anything to prevent it,
and cutting off the circulation to her brain was
that, and would i have done it? i would have
found a way, through blades of silver or blades of grass,
oh, seeing that blood pour out of her
head and into my lap,
if i could do it now, that gun is cocked and that
paper is folded, and my witnesses are seeing
something even more captivating.
opportunity kissed me on the cheek,
she said, "how are YOU, though,"
and i said, "oh, i'm great. on this team that loves me
and tonight is my last night as a rookie."
and she said, "no, HOW are you. i remember alisa,"
and i shortened my breath, and said, "i have never been better in my life."
and my girlfriend was
touching another girl in a closet,
thinking of me? was she?
was she hoping i would kiss her, was she
loving me?
no, because when
alisa was doing the same thing,
she never thought of me, or loved me,
or wondered what i had in my mouth while she had
little girls in her hand.
goodnight, kill me, kill me, kill all of me, all over me,
until i am ready for you,
whoever you are,
opportunity.
were always
white like fences, pure sunlight stained,
until that black line, violently staining your eye,
makes its delayed and quiet hike to the
end of its words.
hung up like flags are my hairs, the blood so clung to
these walls, the memories so far, and accelerating.
i left my opportunity in saranac lake.
and that's okay, because me and that golden smile, we
caught up. when i left geneseo i left her behind, and
she remembered me and she deeply remembered me.
the truth is, we were both the same, and
i never took her hand until last night, when she looked
as devastated as me when i was at geneseo, fighting,
in the hot snow, the hot snow, for my happiness,
waning, waiting, wanting my way, my need,
i broke hearts to get into a place
where a valley, the valley, that happy valley,
swallowed me like the lips as they protrude out of the earth.
a girl hurt me, a girl that i trusted only a little,
oh, but enough, to trip me, trip me and see that
love in the air, next to her, and then when i looked into her
face i saw her blood moving to her brain,
and i knew that blood
would be then saturated, immediately, with
the pain she would place unto me.
as if,
there were anything to prevent it,
and cutting off the circulation to her brain was
that, and would i have done it? i would have
found a way, through blades of silver or blades of grass,
oh, seeing that blood pour out of her
head and into my lap,
if i could do it now, that gun is cocked and that
paper is folded, and my witnesses are seeing
something even more captivating.
opportunity kissed me on the cheek,
she said, "how are YOU, though,"
and i said, "oh, i'm great. on this team that loves me
and tonight is my last night as a rookie."
and she said, "no, HOW are you. i remember alisa,"
and i shortened my breath, and said, "i have never been better in my life."
and my girlfriend was
touching another girl in a closet,
thinking of me? was she?
was she hoping i would kiss her, was she
loving me?
no, because when
alisa was doing the same thing,
she never thought of me, or loved me,
or wondered what i had in my mouth while she had
little girls in her hand.
goodnight, kill me, kill me, kill all of me, all over me,
until i am ready for you,
whoever you are,
opportunity.