Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
and who can forget.....
which is apparently now an ibook over at itunes.
how ifucking odd.
(excellent cover art by rebecca etter!)
Monday, September 19, 2011
keeping score
small hope like sunlight on
shimmering treetops, like a sky the color
of luminous dust
take the silence you’ve been given
hold it close to your heart
the children are tired of despair, are tired
of starvation, of revolution,
and so what are you going to do?
how far are you willing to crawl in a
desert of your own creation?
if i were a liar, i would tell you
there can be no wrong answers
if i were honest, i would turn away
do you remember the
life you had before?
do you remember the ocean?
i am a believer in easy escapes,
in walking away from pain and sorrow
i take comfort
in the gentle haze of distance
i find despair
around every corner
open your eyes, for christ’s sake
shimmering treetops, like a sky the color
of luminous dust
take the silence you’ve been given
hold it close to your heart
the children are tired of despair, are tired
of starvation, of revolution,
and so what are you going to do?
how far are you willing to crawl in a
desert of your own creation?
if i were a liar, i would tell you
there can be no wrong answers
if i were honest, i would turn away
do you remember the
life you had before?
do you remember the ocean?
i am a believer in easy escapes,
in walking away from pain and sorrow
i take comfort
in the gentle haze of distance
i find despair
around every corner
open your eyes, for christ’s sake
Sunday, September 04, 2011
4th of july
90 degrees by ten in the morning, dirty
silver sky and you were telling me i
was nothing and i was watching you bleed
i was a believer in
time and in distance
in failure
house smelled of decay, of brutal heat and
damp corners and we were waiting for the
parade with our flags in tatters
we were writing letters to the dead and
dreaming of answers that would never arrive
dog was chained to a
tree and starving to death
child playing at the edge of the road and
i was crawling across the bedroom floor
was looking in the other direction
when i heard someone call my name
looked back and the child was gone
silver sky and you were telling me i
was nothing and i was watching you bleed
i was a believer in
time and in distance
in failure
house smelled of decay, of brutal heat and
damp corners and we were waiting for the
parade with our flags in tatters
we were writing letters to the dead and
dreaming of answers that would never arrive
dog was chained to a
tree and starving to death
child playing at the edge of the road and
i was crawling across the bedroom floor
was looking in the other direction
when i heard someone call my name
looked back and the child was gone
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