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: September, 2008

Storybook Fantasies

it’s not like wishing any harder
made it any harder to believe
in elementary mysteries
and choreographed rhymes and lines

storybook memories
were the subject of interest
for our class of fifty-two
and we played too many games
to learn about the glass shoe
or the poisons of beautiful witches
but we never won at war
anyway

chorus-free tunes
filled our craniums
as we eagerly tested new substances
with questionable origin
we waited on our painted eyes
and forgot the teacher’s lies
forming our own opinions
always made us feel meaningful

always incensed by reality
we’d grown to love the disorderly
and our children will always be free
we whisper to ourselves
as our lives are swept into lines
on these dusty shelves
filled with the organized crimes
of dirty old men and malcontents
in other words,
we were never concerned
with arbitrary consequences

’cause forming our own opinions
always made us feel powerful
while wishing for stormy days
made us remember to love rain

and as we whirlpool away
in paperback libertines
maybe we’re lost
in these morbid dreams
but maybe we’re only dreaming
and maybe we’re opinionated
and maybe we’ve come to love the rain
and sometimes we wish
that we believed
in these storybook fantasies
interspersed with dreams

When Crusoe Said Goodbye to Alice and Dorothy

you were easy
or I thought so
and on the train-ride
it was so simple to say hello
and we felt sleazy
as we said bye
and the conductor said
“at least it’s not heathrow”

because I am alive
and I am turning myself aside
I don’t know why
it felt so good to be alone that night
and as I said goodbye
my heart was afire
and my teeth were aglow
you are mine
and you are not alone
you are going to die
don’t pretend you don’t know

tell me what’s stealing your sleep
it was never my problem
so don’t call up my phone anymore
and I’ll tell you when we wake up tomorrow
why my looks are so cold
and I want you to go
I want you to go

as I stood in the door
and I showed you out
you fell asleep on the floor
and I cast my doubts
gave the nurse my condescension
and left you
where you lay all alone

cause night is coming swiftly
and they say that it’s hard to find home
they’re not sorry
that your bed is as hard as a stone
but they cover your face with these silken sheets
and they show me pictures of pastures
and they tell you to find the way home
I want to find
my way home
Let’s go home

Saraesa

She comes in the morning
Frozen shadowed windows
Hot wise hands and the forest in her eyes
Older than years, young as seeds
Her tongue tastes like spices, mountains, and sweet things
With her effortless movements, her thighs
We collide and
My eyes are closed, but I’m seeing it all
I feel it all over
I feel it again
I feel it all over
I feel it again

Baby don’t burn out
Oh please don’t burn out
Save the light in the morning
Save a light for me

Baby don’t burn out
please don’t burn out
Save the light in the morning
Save a light for me

with her burning fingers
seeding my dreams
traveling the world
making boys into men
cause i feel it all over
I feel it again
I feel it all over
I feel it again

smokey dancer in the morning
can’t you tell me what to say
with every bit of breath
she is stealing me away
you twist and turn
and close my eyes to your alibis
cloud this air and turn the music on

baby don’t burn out
oh please don’t burn out
save a light for the morning
save a light for me

baby don’t burn out
oh please don’t burn out
save a light for the morning
save a light for me