Hey boy
I was looking at the moon tonight
Not knowing tomorrow it would
Eclipse
And I guess somewhere an hour before me
You can see it too
Today I didn’t cry once
Over you
Althought I came close
Plenty of times
I’m just hiding out from the world
As my throat gets tighter
Some kind of virus
Some kind of need
A thirst a dirty dream
Some kind of blinding colour green
There I go again
Sure that you forgot everything that was
The me in your mind
And here you came
Trip-trapping over the bridge
And I asked you to pay the toll
Like I always do
Like I always do
But light refracted on the black lacquer table
Into these suddenly awake still mostly asleep eyes
That you said to me
Were the most beautiful
Anywhere
Of anyone
That’s the kind of thing
That a girl won’t ever forget
Those words, what was it
Five minutes of small talk
Ending with the matching
I miss yous
And the final note of the symphony
Did you really say
You’d talk to me soon
Or did I add that part in on my own?
In your mock bourbon street
Bordello
The boardwalks and blonde bimbos
That you can’t get enough of
Blockbuster nights full of anti-romance
And the black-haired girls
Who just can’t say no
Smeared picturesquely
…just so…
It doesn’t hurt anymore
The other lives you’re lost in
Because you said hello
And you asked me how I was
And you were proud and excited
that a band performed one of my songs
and I made you laugh
which is about as close to my nirvana
as I will get
even if I only got to imagine the sound
it was enough.
I used to want everything from you…
Whatever you gave
Was never all that I needed
But last night
You said my name
The way only you do
I knew in the afternoon
That it would be the day
I would finally hear from you
Someone taught me
To listen to my intuition
And I woke from a sound sleep
And found you inside that 5 minute window
Of opportunity
Not knowing how I knew
That you would be there
Looking for me
You gave me the one minute warning
And showed your sadness
You said you miss me
And it was enough.
unsent letter - it happened
well it happened again
funny how it never gets easier
to stand in the line of fire
and hear the words i'm in love
with someone else.
this seems to be the curse you left me with
boys who think i'm beautiful
the hope of a recycled heart
boys who languish in the lion's mane
and lick lines of poetry
from my lips
boys who convince me they're nothing
like you
would never do the things you do
never leave me waiting outside
in the rain
never leave me lying on the sidewalk in pain
never forget to call
never walk away and forget it all
but little do they know
there is nothing else
they can do
black eyed girls
blue eyed girls
hazel eyed girls
are hatching out plans to pierce the places a cupid's crooked arrow could fit
they will use their cowardly curves
to teach you to forget
how many times
i bled into your hands
staining your palms
candyred
how many nights we lay listening
to constellations crumble
kookaburras cackle
kindness fall
like night rain
like flowergirl daughters
and their scattered ashpetals
i saw you for a moment last night
you're different now
but i still know you
by touch alone
by the black edges of your innocense
tapering into tempered tantrums
and the sound of your boots
stomping up the stairs
outside my front door
sometimes i'm still angry
sometimes i still cry
sometimes i start to call you
forgetting...you're not really there
i remember the fight we had about halloween
how i'd never seen you be that mean before
and it scared me
but we all hide behind these valentine-proof vests
protecting our pre-conceived notions
and our stainedglass chests
again there are no answers
that you can give me
so i curl caterpillar-style
into the cocoon
i have memorized making
out of sadsongs, shaking
and a blanket thick enough
to keep
every drop of daylight out
