

DangerDangerDanger
Stars became lines as my eyes blurred, hard and rough like a thousand cuts across the sky, stinging the inky blackness with gashes of light. I had to cry out a flare of sound like acupuncture pinpricks and icicles frozen to my lips. Still the sun bleeds through the skin of eyelids, wake up now the monsters are gone. But my closet's still in shadows
and the doors are closed. I find lions in alleys and cars in jungles, but the fires are everywhere. I sing the wrong words on purpose, blah blah black goats. Creep around the old thi


CatalystCatalystCatalyst
I thought I handled it well, watching you take a different turn, giving it a fight, telling it all the cliché's you could come up with. I thought,
Hey, I know that band, the one playing down the street, killing the notes, soldering the notes
steel and cement. Then I wrote some angry words
all over my walls and God said,
"You're only making all these messes. Have you ever thought about cleaning up?" I like the dirt. It makes me feel real. So I thought I'd hang onto the chains, but He said, "Get off the carousel, kid."


QuietQuietQuiet
This is my reverent night. The clouds keep blocking my stars. The cherry blossoms are fading out to green leaves. All our birds have gone to bed. When will our crickets chime in? My little musicians of the night, always singing me to sleep? Dark earthen soil seems all black in this non-light. Dreamers inside won't miss me as I leave footprints in the dirt
and feel cement chilling my toes. Our winds press hard against my back and still my stars are out of sight.


LossLossLoss
I was hiding
beneath the tired chime
of the large old bell
where we used to live.
I fell asleep there
to dream a dream
full of metal and mist.
I crossed the clock face
to half past twelve,
counting your last days
along the way.
I reached out to touch
the leaves that fell
over the minutes,
green and transparent,
revealed so plainly
by too much sun.
Marble cold
beneath my bare feet,
I tripped
through the garden
and fell down beside tulips
orange an
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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