driving down back roads
following under the arms of yearning pines
I did not know
I would leave you
turning you laughed
calling out her name
so much we were alike now
you said it was just as well
with our blood beneath these stones
that roads still led here
and despite of all my longing
now I’ve had to leave you
even though
using music and rare magic
you once took me home
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Contemptuous youth
Contemptuous youth gives way
and childlike ardor
Is Replaced by cool reality
our imagined defects
consumed by creeping frailty
persistent distant memory
Small but potent
Resists every effort
To scrub clean the past and
Make now the present
Within these cathedral walls
A phalanx of shades pass through
Ever murmuring
Witnesses to my poverty
Elusive and hollow
Just out of reach
Leaving me ever unfilled
And longing
and childlike ardor
Is Replaced by cool reality
our imagined defects
consumed by creeping frailty
persistent distant memory
Small but potent
Resists every effort
To scrub clean the past and
Make now the present
Within these cathedral walls
A phalanx of shades pass through
Ever murmuring
Witnesses to my poverty
Elusive and hollow
Just out of reach
Leaving me ever unfilled
And longing
pen prick
I am desperate to pin prick this skin
That holds us back
To let glimmer through
Like diamonds
This great wonder-full
That holds us back
To let glimmer through
Like diamonds
This great wonder-full
wireless
Forgive me my intrusions
My excursions into your better life
My failures to satisfy
Your dreams
Your desires
Forgive me
My lacking
My brutal being
And barbarian ways
I am the dog that you lie down with
The sins you rise up with
Sins
You cannot wash clean
You want
But cannot bear me
All those strings attached
That tie you to an-other
Make sure that you
Cannot own me
That you Cannot hold me
while I glide wireless
on a slipstream
My excursions into your better life
My failures to satisfy
Your dreams
Your desires
Forgive me
My lacking
My brutal being
And barbarian ways
I am the dog that you lie down with
The sins you rise up with
Sins
You cannot wash clean
You want
But cannot bear me
All those strings attached
That tie you to an-other
Make sure that you
Cannot own me
That you Cannot hold me
while I glide wireless
on a slipstream
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