5/9/2010 - Faded fabric

The honeymoon is over,
it's time to see the faded fabric,
The spark has dimmed.
There's a pile of smiles a mile high
I could paste on at any time.
I've seen the fervor fade.

5/8/2010 - Waiting on the rain

The storm is moving overhead,

the rain, coming down,

I've got nine floors to go.

Racing past elevator doors,

across the lobby,

to the street below.

I've been waiting for you,

waiting for the storm,

I'm chasing the rain.

I may be a fool to have waited.

The storm is long past,

The opportunity gone.

The rain drumming down,

pounding on my skull,

just a memory.

5/7/2010 - Sic transit gloria mundi

Time to queue up in the line again.
One more moment of wasted time,
is wasting mine away.

We've got too much time or not enough.
Remember how to breathe.
Once your chest rises gravity takes over,
we're not a beat away from the fire.
We could be two beats until,

We've got just enough time to spend.
Not enough time to waste.
Just enough to make it last,
until the music fades.

There's too much time or not enough.
Don't forget how to breathe.
Once your chest rises gravity takes over.
We are one heart beat away.
Just enough time, just enough.

4/30/2010 - Format

You set the format, I'll take the forceps,

and start ripping off these extra parts.

I've taken each bit that doesn't fit,

and thrown it to the side.

We can start the building, you and I.

You set the format, I'll take the forceps,

and start twisting your ideas into creation.

You've put the bits into an outline.

We can start assembling.

You've designed, this monument of mine,

that I am to build between us.

This wall of gristle, bone, and muscle,

I've followed your format, it's your turn with the forceps.

4/29/2010 - Edges

This morning I remembered the harsh edges of my dream.
There were checkered flannels, red t-shirts,
and some kind of clock just ticking.
All of my shirts had holes,
just between the shoulder blades.
As if I'd finally grown my wings.

You pushed me down the stairs while I was doing laundry.
I remember the sound of my bones,
cracking as I hit each step.

Snap, crackle, pop,
like a meat sack full of rice crispy treats.

The feeling of blood dripping between my eyes,
down my neck, between my breasts.
Seeing my bones exposed so easily.
The strangest of all,
I wasn't angry over being pushed down the stairs,
or breaking every bone in my body.
I was pissed that I had to redo the laundry.

4/29/2010 - Wonder Why

You wonder why I don't meet your eyes when we part ways.

Why I shake your hand and look away.

Why I wave without looking back.

I'd like to tell you a secret.

I'd rather stay.

I'd rather play just one more game,

Sing just one more song,

Make time just a little longer

I'd rather stay.

You wonder why I linger after final farewells are said

Why I babble goodbyes

Why I edge my way towards the door.

I'd like to tell you a secret

It's one that I've kept to myself

I'd like to let you know

I'd rather stay

I'd rather play just one more game

Sing just one more song

Make time stretch a little longer

I'd rather stay.

4/21/2010 - Waking up

I've been spiraling down for a long time,

Now it's time to fly back up.

I'm over it, over it, over the bullshit.

It's time I stretched out of this skin I'm in,

I'm waking up, shaking myself

Into some kind of adulthood.

I've been living my life

as some superimposition sees fit

I'm over it, over it, don't need the bullshit.

It's time I shredded this skin I'm in

I'm waking up, shaking myself

into some kind of womanhood.