Clouds and Trees

"Nothing ever goes away enough or arrives enough,/ and I want to cry when I think of my heart,/ muscle pounding in muscle, greedy always for joy." – 'A Warning', Eric Anderson

Month: February, 2008

Live the dream

Commiting acts of lipless suicide,
rebellious postcards from the estranged
Free-air prison bars,
cinderblocks and faked rage
Force-fed metaphors,
making slow-moving mistakes
We are all shadows,
reflections of perfection
Fight the fire,
fight the fire
Arms up, fingers towards the sky,
We are imperfect,
We are reality,
We are everything,
We are all of this.

1939

When there are bodies on the ground
We do our best to make a sound
just let our hearts beat long and loud
there’s no reflection in the crowd
and though she never asked you how
you have to question that which
makes the world turn sour
and fly around ten thousand miles
to let you live,
to let you live,
to let you live.

Finite

I was going to say,
Nothing good ever came from love.
Until I realized,
the moment I stopped falling in love
Was when I stopped writing good poetry.

Front Porch Notions

Every Soul
Just Night and Day
Rise and Set
Great things fade
Back to dust
Back to dust
Mounted on Heaven’s lathe
Often forgetting our greatest lust
What we crave
Immortal in memory
Moments
Floating
Floating
On the tides of yesterdays
Though occasionally
We can see into Infinity’s Eye
Shifting in the mire
And slowly fading back to gray
We take the time to sigh