We're too young to know better

I want to court love again,

Make a mix tape, hold on to a hand,

Travel together across the land

In a cooped up little car,

Like we think we’re going someplace far.

And we’re too young to know better.

Fall in love with no reservation.

Live life in perpetual youth and sun.

Try and try again with utmost compassion.

Oh, oh, this is my love song to you,

My dear, while we’re driving away,

Never fear, let me sing you this tune,

Run through this field to the moon.

Maybe this is the beginning,

This is the year I fall in love,

This is the day I see a smile like light

In the shadows scattered above.

reading alice.

Live life through a screen,

In between four rooms, boxes, places.

Touch the world softly, twenty paces.

Back and forth, and dream of and

learn about life through dappled drunk days:

reading about alice in wonderland,

wondering why the world won’t fade away,

into this bright, merry band

of misfits and introverts and mad hatters.

dream of days where I finally matter.

Live without feeling quite so alone,

(i hold a hand, but turns out it’s my own).

But, I’m scared, I’m scared

(oh mama, I’m so scared)

Hold me now, closer, tighter, stronger

Hold on longer and longer

So that I don’t fall apart like rain

Shatter from the dancing clouds,

Won’t wash down the drain

Yelling (“please don’t let go!”) loud.

So, Alice, Alice, will you take my hand?

Say you will live this life with me if you can,

the roses and violets and posies all understand,

Things are always better in wonderland. 

Where the red queen says, "run in one place!

Faster, faster now, to get away!"

Things don’t always have to stay the same

We can thunder in a different way.

six words to stand on.

i've got six words in my feet
i stand on them with clay bones
behappynowthankyouplease
and say them to the beat
of my soul's flight southbound
while the winter wing chases
me down the street.

even when bones waver in the rain
the clay skeletons turn to mud
like a broken vase on the sill
my knees fall to my ankles
and even then, i wait until
the rain washes my body away.
take the last bit of clay hands
and grab those six words
like an anthem of my mind
they echo and echo and chime
songs that my dreams sing
once upon a time:
behappynowthankyouplease.

they weigh down, 

like apples on the lively bough, 

young and fresh

but wanting and quivering to go

but all the while, buoyant

like the light on the wave

crashing tight to edges of a cave

my head sinking down for a moment

water pushing on swollen lungs,

then shattering free above the glass

and breathing in those six words

dancing in the summer air. 

telescope thread.

there's this thread, this tie
between my heart and your eyes,
like a telescope, you look in:
suntanned rocks that can't win
against the tumult of the sea rocking,
and a marked hand with a gun cocking
a reddened door with the bolt locking,
that won't unseal even when
your eyes come knocking.

so you turn your key in the lock, and
it won't open up, even when it's broken up
door's quiet, but it's spoken up
and said leave me alone:
stop trying to slip in behind
the masquerade when all you'll find
is the tumult of the sea rocking
a technicolor ship into the docks.
dressed in torn sails and misdriven nails,
it'll slip under the bridge, skim the top,
if it just bends its back
and picks up the slack.

so take a bow, and bow out, my man
you have tried and taken a stand
but now is the time
when you must comprehend,
that this ship has failed
to show you the secrets of the trove.
so must you continue to rove
through the clutters of my heart
and take all this glue apart
that held together the herds of hurts?

please take away your telescope thread
and leave me laying on this ship's head.
tie a knot and hook and lay dead
the other cracked hearts that may tread
along the path of your mighty gaze.
if you cannot, cannot resist,
might i suggest something instead?
let this ship of hearts crash and sink
letting its treasure trove drown ahead
and lay to waste on the ocean's bed.