Wander One
Trumping the tramp
who's underwear is on the lamp
is t t -AMP-ering with the original plan of keeping things simple.
Winning some and loosing others, becoming friends, and losing one another.
Surprising moments of lust and wonder, feeling often of loss and plunder.
Who supports the wandering girl when she can't walk anymore?
When do the souls of her feet ware away; stones becoming –sand –becoming –dust
Wander girl, for that is only when I can watch the smile run across your profile, running in front of these eyes; streaking lips,
trust me, that does deliver.
Juicing your ideas to be indistinguishable by look or texture, but by taste.
Just let me taste that idea you just had. just just now. When you looked the other way,
across the room, at the low lighting maybe, they just lowered the lighting.
Why can't it be easier to know what is going in and coming out?
Diet ceasing to fulfill when following that plan, the one we had, both had, as you said, and I remember, I think.
I remember when I thought you were beautiful.
Seeing you again, flower, still in the vase I placed you in, was a memory. Nothing had to be replaced or imagined, or even pulled from an archive, to know,
somewhere deep in a heart with veils shrouding arteries, I still think I remember how much I loved you. Growing there since I stopped trying to care.
Wandering girl does not see the house. Missed the turn, lost the piece of paper, found another way, right back to where she needed to be anyway,
back to where she came from: New York City. New York City or bust. New York City. New York City.
Let New York City take your clothes off and rip them to pulp. Write your first novel on that pulp. Sign your lease with that pulp. Frame that pulp: shredded cloth from that which you wove: and make it your new art.
God Damn It we lost another one, and I tried to fucking warn 'em. I really fucking tried. I really really fucking tried.
I mean God DAMN IT NEW YORK CITY! Can we change the subject to how we both agree on cities? Urban versus rural?
Easy Argument is the name of the band playing tonight, I didn't invite you, but I am sure we will talk about that later.
Over the phone.
Can we bring this back?
Out of state out of mind, in front of you and not remembering.
All The Truth
Keep those
it was the truth
groaning on the carpet, dying with winter leaves.
Frightful stomach pains, heedless when hacking and keeling;
stealing strength, stamina, stability, sanity. So hard to stand.
Burning my hands wringing my washcloth. It seemed to happen often enough I started liking it.
With so many habits, they just happen. When I read books I watch it all happen. Projecting all of these characters towards the front, listening to them read to me. I prefer it read aloud to me, when I can hear you understanding the words just as I do, slow enough to understand the words. I have yet to be convinced of anything.
My math always doesn't add up. Tragic behavior in my living room, waiting for family room, slowly becoming a den.
Keeping up to this, bad behavior with scrapes and bruises. Don't let me practice kung-fu without stretching, and don't laugh at my sprained wrist.
Everything is harder when it hurts.
Lying is all about timing. It was all true before, and it still can be if you follow the shadow into tomorrow.
Just keep this and you will know this was real, if ever you forget this.
My company has arrived, and before I know it, he's gone again. Not letting me impress anybody; heedless hack, graveling keel, winter leaves call. Keep those, it was all the truth, it was the only truth.
Bruises
My whole spine is one long bruise
every vertebrae is sinking
My skeleton is hardly who I was
rough impact with a slipping disk
My finger flesh is turning blue
cut off the blood flow
My knees crack when I run
avoid running
My brain moves faster than my muscles
avoid mistakes
My eyes fail to see what keeps getting in them
glasses usually get in the way
My lungs could use a brake
why does health trump habit
My feet need a whole new wardrobe
chasing the bicycle thief
My hair just got a trim
but it really needs a whole do-over
My ears have heard the full spectrum
enlightening but damaging
My nose is stuffed with toxins
waiting for another long night.
