an exercise in 6/8.

did you feel the floor boards tremble
& quake beneath my back
baby, we got something precious
& there's no gray before the black
our oxygen is golden
a miracle at best
if we were riding on the same train
then darling, we'd be dangerous

oh oh oh sweet girl,
mind your head & keep your knees about you.
this crashing ceiling will crush you if you don't
learn to stand out from underneath it's falling frame.
your heart is right & you know your head as well
but the voice from the speakers in the sky
is stealing the soul you're still figuring out.
run not to the darkness but find the bits of light
bouncing in the mirror.
see your face & say your name, sweet child.
let not the world you're submersed in say it for you.

we build our own chariots & sink our own ships
raise our own flags & bust our own lips.

thoughts.

love is enough.
we are not tigers & sharks.

what dreams do you chase forever
& which ones do hand to the wind?

suspended animation has to end.

i need to run far far away.
lose it all & find something i've never known before.
anyone have an empty closet or corner of garage?
you'd never know i was there.
i'd cut the grass.

i fear all that i must lose.

you won't even recognize me in 5 years.

i can't measure my faith with the breadth of my tongue.
every word comes from some beginning & is rooted in some fantastical origin,
but that only explains where words started. where they go & what they accomplish from there is up to us.
language is strong & beautiful & wild, like a beast.
context is the bit & bridle & our duty is to control, not rule.
dance, not demand.


"you want to see where a man really stands, investigate his heart. outside of this, you will always find
the chains to tie him down."