I want you to know.
You’re not the only one.
I just want you to know.
I’ve cried alone on the porch.
At some point we’ve never felt worse.
Maybe this time,
it won’t take too long.
I hope,
I hope it won’t take too long.
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Home is me and home is her.
24 Jun
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Safe – Nosaj Thing
These are the lost hands that wrote my future.
The lost feet that are my ship.
Navigator’s lost the compass and we’re unsure,
but I’ll keep these sails taut til they rip.
I breathe in my chest and I shoot from the hip.
A world of mistakes are mine to make.
Mine to create.
I shake em loose
and ingest them willingly.
because there’s no soul in living blissfully.
I flee in my rest, and I shoot from my lips.
Connor, death is ever present.
every day’s a day gone on.
You’ve still got some time.
Some days to hear death’s song.
Sailing’s fine and living is nice and if
nothing’s nothing til I try it
I’ve got play to work
and a song to find it.
I teethe at the breast, and I’m food in the crypt.
I peak at the crest, and I sail til they rip.
Image – Abri_Beluga
Diving
20 May
Mimicking Birds – The Chimney Sweep
I slipped fate.
The coarse, rough, and fear
feeling midpoint.
Trampling medians between
The plunge and the numb.
Some doubt grows and fades.
A dying breath
thick with spit and
maybe this is right.
Maybe I’m comfortable with this.
Or maybe my compass got stuck a long time ago.
Either way I don’t think I’m that OK.
Rebirth.
It takes nine months to come to this.
Every child begins the world again,
to some extent,
and so have I.
And I will not stop dying.
One day The Ship will sail.
And I’ll be on it.
image: fiddle oak
In love, love.
8 MarAngels (Four Tet Remix) – The XX
In love, love.
when I’m in, I’m in.
And then,
It’s different, stronger.
A puzzle we solved.
–
In love, glove.
When it’s on, I’m me.
Warm me.
Same but stronger.
I know that I am
,
in love, Love.
as a pair, let’s take
hands, time
and take them longer.
How about forever?
Flames
20 FebThe Walkmen - On the Water The dragons head for air, and the part timers follow suit. Flash clubs, three in a row, dig graves with spades. I can't explain how I feel. Sea lions comfort me. It does a thing. Still though, I'm breathing flames. I make calm to my limbs. Simmer some. Let's do this tango. Throwing in some calculated grin. And yes, restless dreams come in episodes, but everyone dies when the sun explodes. Sky goes dark, and, I can only see when I breathe. Sea? Out. Light. Out. Light. Out. Light. Headed in the wrong direction. Not again, Magdalene. You lost the light of the stars. Shut out by fire. And I cannot explain how I feel. And Sea lions comfort me. image:Pikesville
Dreaming down the Z axis
15 Feb
Orcas – Carrion
Guess it’s that feeling in the night.
Guessing it’s a certain hue.
Rusty memories,
A language of the eyes.
Eyes of flowers, every color of
every sky.
Tapered
in
her
wake.
I
wander
every
hellish dream
silently.
Usually.
image: goto10
Time Four
24 Dec
Marconi Union – Transient
Hush.
Count Count Count Count Count.
Thunder, five miles out.
Keeping rains at bay by
rain repellent blanket fort.
Four.
Miles that is.
In time, everything flies.
And everything fades.
I don’t mind it that way.
Life’s too three.
Breath and sleet’s musical beats.
It’s in the in of all I feel.
Is it turquoise or is it teal
Two much living behind.
Living below is slow. The air
there is not like here.
I’m coughing snow and it’s
all that I hear.
Three.
Guess they don’t all pass overhead.
Guess there are some trees I can’t climb.
Guess we’re not all kids all the time.
Time four.
Hush.
image:dingbat2005
Bodies and minds
11 Dec
Sufjan Stevens – Justice Delivers It’s Death
We’re so temporary, it feels like such a long time.
But it’s quite the contrary.
We’re only here for a handful of songs,
and then we’re pushed out into the night into the cold.
And one day we’re all going to fall apart.
We’re going to break our bodies or
lose our minds and I guess that’s fine
but I’d rather be shot in the head or die asleep in my bed.
I’m living but I ache for life.
I’m sleeping in dreams and
my job is a reel I’ve seen too many times.
When will I wake from this life that I live?
Because some day soon I’m going to come apart.
I’m going to wreck my body and
lose my mind, and I guess that’s fine.
But I’d rather get a clot in the head and die asleep in my bed.
image:Sirja Ellen
Losing the light
3 Dec
Losing the light – Marconi Union
–
We fall from trees with grace.
Wrapping the air around us.
Invisible flares escape,
beauty in the nothing.
–
With skill we harness gravity.
Port de bras, passing branches.
Entrechat to gain velocity.
we learned this ages ago.
–
Slowing to contemplate metaphase.
I watch the steps.
You watch the degage.
And we carry on.
–
Making figures in the crepuscular rays,
We bow
where our coast meets the waves
and we reach the ground.
–
image: Mike Homnick
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