January 2011
9 posts
You, upsidedown
If I’m not dancing, if I can’t run, if my teeth aren’t showing every time I laugh, who am I? What do I do differently? How I have I let what I’m protecting most be snatched. Or has it -rather- sunken through the cracks of the floor board? Is it dripping under the foundation? Did I grasp too loosely? Is it now buried with whose-its and whats-its of innocence?
What...
Strike a match
light the keyhole
open the attic door
undo all of your hiding
take the cobwebs all down
lie them all on the floor
In the rear of the room
hanging from the ceiling
a dry-cleaning bag
is what you’ve been looking for
An old dress
a time with more color
What did the moths make of it
Did they dance in it like you have
Did they set a picnic
Did they fall in love
Did...
“Lend me your hand, we can conquer them all
or lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see
but your soul you must keep totally free”
Mumford & Sons
It’s Jan. 24th, and so far this year I’ve been to
Chicago, St. Thomas, Mt. Carmel, Knoxville
and back to school.
I’ll be back in Sarasota
In another week or two.
I’ll be somewhere else after that
and another space this summer.
One day I’ll forget what it was like to live in Illinois
I’ll forget what it was like to stay in one place
To all of the...
“God, it’s great to be alive takes the skin right off my hide to think I’ll have to give it all up someday and if I ever treated you mean you know that it was only because I’m sorry i couldn’t have you for my own”
M. Ward “to Go Home
“I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life.”
Leo Tolstoy
Can you remember the last beautiful thing you heard?
The last time your mouth stopped
and your feet couldn’t foot.
The last lime you exhaled and fell back into it?
Was it Claire de Lune?
Was it the breath of the other body in your bed?
Do you even notice?
Did it mean to you what it does to me?
Does anything?
How can you look at love and wish, instead, for success.
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
