Goodbye. Soaring nights of unthinkable song,
Notes like plasma linger in the haze.
I sang a song of valentines and smoky euphoria
Dreams of youth live on in my dizzy reality
But this will never do.
No question, this is blatant irresponsibility.
Sunlight continues to crash in upon my nauseous morning
I can only remember the stumble, tripping walking
Am I drowning? Perhaps this is intentional,
But my affections are never fatal.
You kiss the sky and my heart shatters in my breast.
In this fluttering, flashing schizophrenia the nectar spills--
Can't we just start over?
Hello. I can't stop this gravity
Your hands manipulate my electric heartstrings
Reminiscent of a child at play
And I allow myself to be plugged in,
Turned on, forgetting shouldn'ts and shoulds
Never considering goal or consequence
Resigning myself to the foreseeable betrayal
That occurs when you just do your job.
I comprehend least of all my tendency to love you
Arranging all my treasures in the sticky heat of the dawn
My naivete is constantly refreshed,
Never scarred, never jaded.
Love me not for what I seek after
And fault me not for my tendency for unconditional love,
For what I am I cannot cease to be.
25 May 2008
Primavera
Beautiful. A tree at William Faulker's estate in Oxford, Mississippi. Captured by moi in March of 2008.
Luminosity
Ribbon of purple electricity
A current of intoxicated energy
Puff of blue-grey rock and roll smoke
Moisture gathers on anxious foreheads
What a delicious dinner.
In this instant you are flawless
Trust me, hold tightly to me
Every moment is lyrically inspiring
And passionately screaming red
A flash bulb shattered
Freeing piercing rays that cannot be scrubbed away
An imperative form of affection kicks the glass to the curb
Behind closed eyes, it painted a masterpiece:
Your portrait in blue and yellow.
I look to the sun, but it has yet to fade away-
My lashes have become gilded frames of your reflection.
4 March 2006
A current of intoxicated energy
Puff of blue-grey rock and roll smoke
Moisture gathers on anxious foreheads
What a delicious dinner.
In this instant you are flawless
Trust me, hold tightly to me
Every moment is lyrically inspiring
And passionately screaming red
A flash bulb shattered
Freeing piercing rays that cannot be scrubbed away
An imperative form of affection kicks the glass to the curb
Behind closed eyes, it painted a masterpiece:
Your portrait in blue and yellow.
I look to the sun, but it has yet to fade away-
My lashes have become gilded frames of your reflection.
4 March 2006
“…but you are my favorite work of art.”
I’ve let the past bleed into the present and the future.
How can I help it?
You are like cold strawberries fizzing in my mouth.
It’s early spring, and it is so sweet.
I don’t know how to untangle these knots I tie so well.
Until you play for me, my warbling eyes won’t see the light.
Swing me around the floor and I’ll dizzily forget any other dancer.
Saying yes to you is my strongest suit.
And yours: drowning in the hot water.
There you are, above me and I, euphoric.
My soul could simply overflow when you smile.
I can feel a draft through the window pane,
And feathers like clouds around me.
Lights dim, sound fades and stumbling patrons sleep
But we’re still here, ignorant and blissful.
Neither of us has ever had a plan.
4 March 2006
How can I help it?
You are like cold strawberries fizzing in my mouth.
It’s early spring, and it is so sweet.
I don’t know how to untangle these knots I tie so well.
Until you play for me, my warbling eyes won’t see the light.
Swing me around the floor and I’ll dizzily forget any other dancer.
Saying yes to you is my strongest suit.
And yours: drowning in the hot water.
There you are, above me and I, euphoric.
My soul could simply overflow when you smile.
I can feel a draft through the window pane,
And feathers like clouds around me.
Lights dim, sound fades and stumbling patrons sleep
But we’re still here, ignorant and blissful.
Neither of us has ever had a plan.
4 March 2006
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