- Alexander the Pretty Good
Backwoods, tree stumps. Sometimes I like to just get lost
and spend some time alone. What are you doing, you’re creeping me out don’t you know? I guess that I don’t mind.
I don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry I missed your
call me back and we’ll talk. I’m one to talk and
you don’t know what’s going on. I’m sorry I missed your
call me back and we’ll talk. You’re one to talk.
- Dearly Dead
Wherever I am
I'm drinking what she had.
In a room of Talking Heads,
missing one but here instead
I got lost, lost in my head.
Fell down the stairs and landed in bed.
Forgot what they said but not what they meant.
- Eight Six
Mommy only wanted the best for me she always said that I could be anything I wanted to fight crime when I was five and I wanted the good guys on my side the forces of evil couldn't stop me because I was not afraid.
But these days I'm just not the same and I'm tired of waiting for change. I've found words without their context are just random shapes on a blank page. I lack the strength that I had as a boy before embarrassment hardened my soul. I lost my conviction with the rainwater, it washed our footprints away. It's in my nature to be ashamed.
- My never here
My never, my never here. My never, my sleepless here.
My wide eyed, my searching here. My crashing, my breathless here.
You’re never, you’re never here. I’m trying but, I need you here.
Your friends called, they need your hand. You’re reaching but, your fingers won’t extend.
You can’t breathe out if you don’t breathe in.
You’re can’t be going if you never leave.
- Octavio Paz
My arms are tied to strings like the lifeless limbs of a puppet with plastic skin. Worn, and rippling through the winter air; strings that belong in your hands.
You chewed me up and spit me out, I needed that.
Eyes, sharp as ice, cold and blue, cut me in two.
My breath fogs your glasses so you can’t see, I’m not allowed to breathe. They slide off your nose onto the sheets, you’re safe in me. Have you ever wondered why I’m so afraid of all this change- a well inside me, overflowing, I get so nervous I’m scared you’ll notice.
No matter what happens: the sunset’s always right on time. No matter what happens: the nightfall blankets the earth and sky. No matter what happens: remember, the darkness is transient. No matter what happens: come morning, the sun will rise again.
- the painter's vision is not a lens
There’s something imagined, not recalled. Bright and raw, bits of street, browning leaves: a collection of images.
I was afraid for
I was afraid for you
For your tendency to
let the past live
let the past live on
inside of your head
- Whistle Past the Graveyard
When the thunder claps, we’ll nod our heads and tap our feet.
The wind blows in our ears, and out the cracks between our teeth.
To be anything is to be anything but.
To be anybody is to be somebody you're not.
Now the front door’s open wide
and the backdoor’s slamming shut