Don't be sorry*
Don't say no before our time is over
don't let me go if yu don't really want to
the problem is: if yu act, then your actions speak for yu,
and if yu stall, well sometimes there's just no talking to-
but if you're sorry then you're sorry and I already know
if you're sorry then you're sorry, just let it go
if you're sorry then you're sorry, just let it be
if you don't do it for yourself then do it for me
you don't have to be beholden to anyone
noone brings you anything except their gun
and while you're staring at the trigger they're out having fun
if you're sorry, really sorry, baby yu don't have to be
cos all our friends know it's not yu it's me
to all of them I turned my back in their hour of need
the greatest gift I gave them was to become a memory
but the universe is not finite!
Neither was the starlight
reflected in your eyes...
I remember you!
And when I do I'm happy
I hope you know I'm sorry...
Impermanently
Glorious heartbreak
sensory I can't divorce from the meaning that I heard
scared of the sky, I fell short of the bird
No classic sign
I take it to mean you're doing alright without me
to clarify for mother earth: I tend your gardens but I can't unswerve
Iceberg's in the way
cattails no longer sway
milk has no breast from which to spill
impermanent it!
How diligent must cloud seem to gust, whipping, and thrush?
All above
impermanent like us!
Humane instinct
carry me to him in the past I confuse for today
if it happens to me, it just so happens to be unexplainable...
Is there nothing that can't be undecided by or do
you know one who
speaks only what's true?
Is the path to negate all catastropes (impermanent love), sanctuary (desirable fool), memory (many come), dynasty (few go):
You and me all the way
you and me back home
you and me remain there
impermanently!
Wasted breath
Have I been blind?
Have I been unkind?
Have I been lost or absent?
Have I been a waste of time?
Have I been right?
Have I been wrong?
Have I been so far away yu didn't remember my name?
Yu lost memories of my face,
yu could draw in place of me
anybody walking down the street.
This was your living grace:
To move on, all yu had to do was stand up.
To move on, all yu had to do was get up.
To move on...
Yu got right on,
and yu wasted breath when yu turned aroud and yu said, 'Fuck off'.
Yu wasted your breath,
but that's alright.
You'll get along.
Go on and get along.
Yu wasted time,
go on, get along...
Make it right
Carry on
I don't have courage
to stay the night...
Now what's wrong?
I don't want to waste another life!
I don't usually see the point of getting to know
last names, addresses, the inner soul...
If I got another chance to make it right,
I'd take it this time!
I fly solo
so I can know
what's it like
to leave when I
- and only I can -
make it right!
Pretending I'm me
You may not be the master
or meant to meet your demise
in any specific disaster
yet it's to your benefit to realise
you may not be the one
hell, neither may I
please everybody
but what's the hurt in trying?
Try... oh we like to fit into
the machine already constructed
black and blue from ages rotting
body and bowl are plastic
merely here - and that's the point
of loving you
I love me too
love me too
Please just imagine
entertain the possibility
that you were not meant for stardom
darkness doesn't fall so much as gleam
...that it's your response (and everyone's)
fighting, praying, dithering
to bask against the friction of destination
if that's what you mean
to do: then you must and may.
If not: I couldn't agree more
I'm surprised to find
life is and isn't a dream
nothing is first, and come we, then never were -
and that's just fine
...it has to be fine
you're going to be fine!
Lights on, lights off
what you got against yourself?
I won't stand by anymore
purporting to understand...
Like I'm me, you're just pretend -
but there's so much more to see!
A wait
Except for weight of the world, all I hear tonight is your heart
pounding resplendent fisheye lens of blood cells
distress - nothing left of the summer container for our love
tacit misshapen sparks welding doorframe shut
fat betrays on my wide-open belly, dumb-founded mark
of blast and dragon, some unsoon dawn
where has it, who, that
...feeling that something is inside, I'm not alone?
...windows open, a flat to call our home?
I'm no rock, neither flesh nor bone
you're not mine now, you never were -
I wouldn't have it any other way!
If not tomorrow, sea, sky, depth, height, or weight:
forever will have us today.
For a dear friend
Columbine, sweet columbine
in dead of springtime
1999
sweet coloumbine scented the air
on our date I felt so fair
what'd we even do, and where?
I was not yet eighteen years old
thought that's what you'd been waiting for
but we couldn't wait any longer
so I kissed the first man I truly loved
a best friend I didn't need or want
because of what we didn't have in common
I write now to say I love you, Scott Husmann
the kindness you bore out
and eventually into my body, participant
but not apex of pent-up
longing and respect (explanation:
I'm humbled to have met you, and to maintain your friendship
all success and good fortune the universe has
in store - though it does not know you're here
and will not notice when you've gone - is what I wish for you)
then we learned of shots flung by Dylan and Erik
and they shot the black kid because he was black.*
* Please click for link to source.
