Maintenance

Do not refuse.
Speak her language instead.
Unfulfilling sound is simple and beautiful to some ears.
It increases in beauty.

God bless you.
You are never enough.
Clean your eyes and be silent,
Lest you stumble.

You glare with your eyes.
Jealousy rises dangerously within you.

Find something new.
You're smarter than you look.
Avoid the gnarled branches of the law that have already marked you as unclean.

You are David.
When you dance, you defy expectations.
But the dances end
And sin always requires maintenance.

Hope for God's ignorance;

Clear eyes and a face which increases in beauty each day:
Perhaps these will work to patch your dancing clothes;
Dawn may dance with you another day.

Hemline

For once it is carved or cast to appear friendly or jovial
Like a friend known since childhood,
One who knows your secrets.

I think the mixed tea remembers my secrets.
English tea lacks its fearsome accuracy.
Tea in the morning brings the truth out of my dreams;
The steam spells out "I miss you."

Particularly moving
is that strange and different love which seems truer;
why?
Does the camera take it how I saw it?

I am face-to-face with a vision of sunshine and warmth,
And it looks true on a dark street inside of a heavy beat.

Does the ocean have enough of a beat for you,
Or will you wear your headphones as you step into it
And wake up?
(As your husband smokes a cigar)

That just won't do.
I couldn't handle it.
Light is shining into the darkness, and here is a dark place
Made brighter without you.

"My sickening lack of forgiveness makes me more like him than I would like."
Do you really not see?
We can never be allies.
I know how to dress myself.
And I do not need you.

Jokes

Dirty little secret girls
are dirty themselves.

I brush it off when I step into the light.

The child in my brain is really squirming.
The room is all wrong.
Details.
Details. (But details mean everything.)

You're funny,
just like everyone else.
I want to be funnier than you
But I'm not.

I'm a shadowed secret
in a dusty drawer.

I laugh when I hear your jokes.

The oil of joy will not arrive in my lifetime.
The oaks will not grow,
The fresh garments will not arrive for me.

I talk quickly so I cannot hear you speak.
It is hard to believe in new garments.

I want to be famous.

Borderline

I'm 100% nuts
I guess I like the ring of it
But now it's stuck in my head
And I can't get it out

It's stuck on me
And I like it
But it hurts
And I'm embarrassed

I'm just this big flamey newspapery thing,
Temporary in your consciousness
As you are in mine.

I have grown out of it,
Sometimes.

Doublethink is like two trees growing together.
I love you I hate you
Inseparable

A fence cannot exist without two sides,
And I am on both of them.

Busy

We should
But we never do

We never turn
Never decide
Never call
No happy shit

Apologies.

I don't want to always be the troubled one
But none of the rocks are sharp enough
And nobody's words are right enough
And I can't seem to grow up.

I have stopped praying for you

I don't want anyone to notice
Please notice.

It won't happen again,
But it will.

Bound to so many things
Am I bound to you?
Can we be unbound?

Business is not unlike the rocks
It is not sharp enough.

Ride

Ride with me
In the daylight
In the living daylight
Your shit is special to me

It matters.

You will feel free
And I will feel proud

Feel yourself breathe

It is never a good idea to troll the stream of loneliness

Come with me.
It is half-good
Ride a week with me.

Ride a long time.

Dance

We are not our friends
But we are friends

If you dance with me,
Will you marry me too?

Are you on the hunt?
I think maybe it's hereditary, the prowling
The stalking on the floor.

Or maybe self-fulfilling,
The flirtation,
The analysis,
The success under the ceiling fans.

Sharing makes us the same.
I am honored
And the world is about you, too.

Present Dilemma

Distraction is not a true solution
The doors are still open
The shutters wide open
The burners on

Foxes will find their way in
Termites
The back burner will burst on
They will demand attention

Fan the chaos
Snap your eyes to the matters at hand
Not understanding, but understanding it-
Not wanting it.

A standstill
A stare at the wall,
The wall which offers many thoughts;

Wanting it.

A good choice I am too weak to make
An excuse nobody will justify for me
I must provide my own affirmation.

Staring at the floor,
I announce the decision
which I pretend I did not make.