Post by Steve on Jan 29, 2011 11:13:31 GMT -5
Got to get out of here
Memories congeal, reality shifts
Years continue undisturbed into the next-
The county park
How many kisses, confessions by that damned pond,
What secrets disclosed in yawning dawns
And lies spoken, heavy on me like snow on trees…
How many do the ducks remember?
Whose knees do the geese recall…?
My parents renewed their vowels on the gazebo
As so many have, do, will
And the lion I saved pennies for during elementary school
Has died years ago…
What roads haven’t been driven down
Without my fingers woven in desperate adoration with another’s,
Without my lips knotted in wet eagerness around words
Or other lips that stretch wide in a smile like the shoreline
That are as soft as the skin of an orange beneath the rhine?
Play by the bay
What is there to say?
They’ve torn our castle down because of hazardous chemicals in the walls,
But the turrets where she taught me love
I showed her how to slow a shiver
Nurse a sigh
Where we held each other tightly like a tree clutches the earth
Or the stars embrace the night-
They stand, they stand, even through the years
Since I’ve touched her hand.
All the islands echo whispers the sands told us
Below the bridge
Beneath our twisting bodies
Between our curling toes…
Where do I go?
North to the empty apartment
The kitchen table with NPR and smoothies?
Curdled summer days in the yard
Smoking cigs under her tree,
Yet another she that made a we
And took another place from me.
She told me “ I want to be a mystery,
A muse, don’t easily forget me”
Then made peanut butter sandwiches
Packed my detes and apricots
Because I was leaving on a greyhound.
And now back I wonder where I’m bound
Been attempting to walk on steady ground
For this new she that I’ve found
But where do I go
That doesn’t have a trace of an old we?
Perhaps it’s a question only my
County park tree
Can resolve for me
Memories congeal, reality shifts
Years continue undisturbed into the next-
The county park
How many kisses, confessions by that damned pond,
What secrets disclosed in yawning dawns
And lies spoken, heavy on me like snow on trees…
How many do the ducks remember?
Whose knees do the geese recall…?
My parents renewed their vowels on the gazebo
As so many have, do, will
And the lion I saved pennies for during elementary school
Has died years ago…
What roads haven’t been driven down
Without my fingers woven in desperate adoration with another’s,
Without my lips knotted in wet eagerness around words
Or other lips that stretch wide in a smile like the shoreline
That are as soft as the skin of an orange beneath the rhine?
Play by the bay
What is there to say?
They’ve torn our castle down because of hazardous chemicals in the walls,
But the turrets where she taught me love
I showed her how to slow a shiver
Nurse a sigh
Where we held each other tightly like a tree clutches the earth
Or the stars embrace the night-
They stand, they stand, even through the years
Since I’ve touched her hand.
All the islands echo whispers the sands told us
Below the bridge
Beneath our twisting bodies
Between our curling toes…
Where do I go?
North to the empty apartment
The kitchen table with NPR and smoothies?
Curdled summer days in the yard
Smoking cigs under her tree,
Yet another she that made a we
And took another place from me.
She told me “ I want to be a mystery,
A muse, don’t easily forget me”
Then made peanut butter sandwiches
Packed my detes and apricots
Because I was leaving on a greyhound.
And now back I wonder where I’m bound
Been attempting to walk on steady ground
For this new she that I’ve found
But where do I go
That doesn’t have a trace of an old we?
Perhaps it’s a question only my
County park tree
Can resolve for me