Tag Archives: dream

I am’s and chores.

6 Nov

I Want Wind to Blow: Microphones

You say, what sweeps me off my feet?

I freeze. Febreeze radiating. Debating.

Something like the hand glance, toe dance

coffee table barefoot sorta.

Passion vs stability.

Are you going to change the world from

the bus? It’s a clear bust to try to.

In flight is when your feels are real.

You land, you keep the lid on it.

One scene gleaned from the reel inside.

Everyone died. I lied. Still, not PG-13.

You showed a pic of the sun so

serene. Fire met dust so passionately.

I’ve dust for days but fire’s contained.

Where did it go?

Change

3 Sep

You Shall Know the Spirit – Pfarmers

Maybe this time when I

look in the mirror I

won’t see a face

that’s so far from my own.

Maybe on a closer

inspection detection

of the differences

fade away.

In my mind I’ve got

some static frame from

some film that’s

never played.

And the man in there

never moved – he soothes.

He’s always from

a distant day.

But the light I hold

should fade away.

I’d never want to be

forever unchanged.

Because imprinted on my wake,

handfuls of birds strewn across

a lake.

I won’t see their beaks because

I can’t stay awake.

Mind is swirling with

northern lights, my pith

won’t stay quiet it will

never not shift.

With my eyes closed, close my eyes.

17 Nov

Walk With Me – Moby

You’re all elbows and I was the soda machine,

dishing out what everyone needs,

the basket weaver ran back to the trees, and

I’m alright.

I didn’t buy cause there wasn’t bait.

He’s making these things that he hates

well it shows and you know what?

I hate them too.

Or that’s an idea from long ago,

tangled in the lost and forgot.

In this hail I love you more.

contrast wild like storm and stable ground.

A newborn and ghost.

I’ll keep you warm and an eye on the stove.

I hope there are no spirits.

Because if these dreams of mine are signs,

then who knows if I’ll see another winter.

and if there are no spirits,

I’ll build a house with you in it.