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i’ve been thinking of you since july and now i’m feeling less and less.

i heard your name, i found your letter from december last year and though it was really more a poem and you didn’t ask, here’s my reply. i’ve been calling you and now i’m wondering if it’s you who’s calling me and i’m to blame but all negligence aside

it’s been a waiting game, a slow withdraw from grace and i hope your sleeping better, i’m finding ease in the cold, in the still out in the woods just slightly east of here, just west of there you told me there’s a place you go where you feel most alone

why are you here again when i let you go? young and frail. woke up fucked again. june in the trees, you on my mind, courage to feel it all.

we stood steady in the dark, we moved quiet through the woods with ankles off the bridge, let it fall onto your skirt and stain your skin. don’t look back until it’s gone, you know that grace was never what i took untested hands and prideful looks.

the weight of the world was in your eyes. the weight of your words unfolded. the weight of the world was in your arms, if it’s nothing to you then it’s nothing to me…

just breath, you’re wasting time with love. don’t think you’re shaking off the dust and pulling out the pins, come falling to the floor. bite down with blood in your mouth, drive on with sun in your eyes and no where to go. you’re in the dirt between the oak with tested lies and shaking hands. your life’s in the car, on the run.

all i ever wanted was the quietness of solitude and confidence of you. just let me speak, i’m honestly afraid that if you walk away i’ll lose the way it was.

You left the halo on the corner of your four post bed the day you split and drove down to venice beach. You’re mother wept. She knew it was nothing more and nothing less than what it seemed. It was emptiness, and unpaid student loans, it’s cigarets and bouncing checks. Your four year degree was never enough to maintain the life you dreamed, the things you ate, the habits you fed. But it doesn’t seem to matter to you, does anything? The lives you set on railroad tracks weren’t yours to bet, but you were all in. Come dance with me. Sink into oblivion.Watch me drown. Why are your eyes so god damn dark?

A man and his youth
You are who you were
Men in white, whispers in the dark
You are who you were
Moscow in my ear whispering fear
Paris burns underground
Paris sleeps just underground

if i believed in god i’d wonder why the west and i’d question all. and i wouldn’t think or act the way that you do. this constant defeat has settled me down.

when all’s said and done what holds you? what keeps you whole? what keeps you up? all i believe is we’re empty/awake like everything/everyone.

believe, do you? the great americas are all alone. the earth formed in solitude. blankets and pins there in. they’re in our crowded van and on this stage, they’re with us in our words but i know words are weak. i’m not afraid anymore.

i am alone. you are alone. if this is the end then i’m no longer afraid. where do you go when you’e alone? do you begin right where i end?

I want to know where the summer ends
September came with oceans between words and sleep
September shed its skin of still hush, patient hands
Young men Edmonton bound with young wives
Edmonton bound
Head pressed against her chest
Bottles grow in the dirt and rest between your ribs
Still I toss and turn at night in a winter bed

when winter came i woke to you painted in grey, a common phrase but you had changed, all water color cut with age. and when i spoke i saw contention form, infest your thoughts, shape from your hopes, hapless and trite, and drug through sober blue. you had me here two years ago. you lost me there somewhere off college avenue wandering the streets of august 1998. just set me free, it’s present you or past tense me who needs an answer, is finding patterns, hearing voices not the beat.

signals drifting signaled endings, lost in meanings of circles breaking, circuits ending.

when summer came i barely wrote and couldn’t sleep, it sounds worn out but something about the hazy, cold settles me down. i felt it there two days ago, i watched it fall, loose threads and arrowed hands, hospital beds with alter boys all waiting for the calmness of their empty rooms and jarred up leaves. the oakland trees are reaching out like her hands in your hair, on your throat.

and maybe it doesn’t mean a thing, maybe we’re better off as luck and no one watches over us or hears our prayers and lonely thoughts…

heard you left town. heard you never left. lady lazarus in a different skin. maybe if you stayed or i was half awake listening to the things you said, piecing all the things you never did.

do you feel safe with the world unraveling? are you safer when the words aren’t questioned? please sister don’t.

her: “heard i let you down. i can’t say i’m surprised, i won’t give you my love.” him: “heard you’re someone else when you’re on your knees. please sister don’t.”

summer’s in your lungs. god’s under your skin. cities never cared, so why should i?

see dead whales on tree branches not just the snow those winters where everything can be a metaphor for you and her, you and him, but not everything is young fucking love.

while we were upstate forming, breathing out this country you were inside writing it out, but your words embody the arrested bullshit of youth.

so where were you when we were throwing bricks, and where were you when we were breaking lines, and breaking bones and mending cuts?

between your suburban blues and not so clever words you’re drowning in the undertow and overdone. there are still reasons worth fighting and worth dying for but i don’t think your cause is one. you’re writing lies, we watched the flag burn in our bed.