Enchanted and allured by you,
Your presence changes every tune
I still remember that sweet afternoon,
When everything grew over summer
Tag: green
Peaceful Observance
I want to fall asleep in the sun
Full of warmth and comfort
Impeded by no one
I want to feel the breeze on my skin
Surrounded by flowers,
Pollen-headed bees tumble lazily in.
I want to watch their slow dance,
Entranced by their diligence, their inability to wear pants,
And on the tops of their silly-heads
Two little antennae bumble about
Looking around for the next bloom to sniff out
(Do bumblebees have noses?)
There are questions I suppose(s) that will abound,
Human nature itself is sort of tumbling around.
And in grief, I think, we know this,
Though when that familiar friend leaves for the summer
We pretend not to notice
He was never there.
Without a care, I lie among the roses,
Prick my fingers on the thorns
I will never pick them.
I watch the bumblebees tumble around
Feverish
The orange blossoms on your sweet tooth yellow at me as I smile at you and I can’t gather these withering flowers with ugly dreams, nasty fiends, knocking at my door
What is it for?
Single melodies playing all around pretend to revel in its percussive sound
You know I’ll always be around
Until I’m not.
Who’s happy with their lot when all you are is what you’ve got
Distracted fingers memorize stop lights and bruises, alcoholic cruises melt into me and out of you
Liquid malnourishment
Find your tongue is spent working its way through the cash in my wallet
Blue rubber bands paperback hands jumping frogs and mildew incense
Innocence lost lost lost in every note
Feverish pursuit, bulbous trees taking root,
I’m too late.
Thinking in Watercolor
My body is haphazard stitches and broken bones. Tear me to shreds, I no longer fear an injured heart. This one shattered long ago.
My skin is patchwork veins, open wounds, and I cannot keep my tongue from lolling out. Spitting, screaming, it has a will all its own.
My mind should be compared to drops of rain, pattering to the ground at random interludes of cloud and sky.
Because, like them, my thoughts fly and fall at random, never striking the same spot twice.
My feelings are composed of watercolors, bleeding into each other, until even the ignorant child who mixed them cannot tell the red from the green.
[2013]
I don’t know if I personally like this one too much. I just found it in an old journal and I added a little to the beginning
Green
If you could think like me I’d tell you, but I’m not sure you’re alive
I’m sifting through these memories and it takes a lot of time
Jumping to conclusions, my meter’s out of whack
Searching for that tiny thing that broke the camel’s back
I know that somewhere lies the answer, hidden with lock and key
I apologize if you’ve ever seen that other side of me
Rough hewn edges sewn together
My memory is rough
You think now you’ve figured it out, you say I’ve had enough
The truth is I’ve worn a deep rut in the circle in my brain
Climbing out of that pit, dear, will leave you right as rain
It’s the falling that is hardest, some days I need my rest
Tumbling down, down, down, until reality is stressed
You’re all around me now, and I know I look a fright
But growing up a little will help us sleep at night
Clear the monsters from underneath the bed
My face turned its way to you as it gently said
“We knew not what we are, which is to say, I can walk you home today. And if tomorrow the sun shines bright, the moon will glow all through the night. And when that evening is the same, we can do it all again”
“Diligent” she calls me, yes. I suppose that’s true
Diligent for every day I’m locked inside this room
Fighting for peace of mind, struggling against myself
I’ll leave it up to other people to put me on the shelf
Woolgathering 