thinfilm

you feel far away
they call us cellophane friends we
talk through the nothing
and bounce back the light
you are some other place
with squares and boots
and everything is hard, hardened
cut and dried and
right

so do i
i feel difference in every
consistency, blade of grass
book, cheekbone
torn from comfort into familiar
and my mind won't make up
new worlds, dimensions
it used to
but it is already
somewhere else

so wrap me up
asphyxiate me if you can
and you can
but you won't
because thin film friends
are still friends, and
brothers still share blood. strangers
cannot give up.

and that's what this is.
stranger.

bedroom singing

i can multi-task and do
nothing at all, comatose stranger
empty halls and corrugated lifestyles
ups and downs, that's me
i want to walk down to the beach and
baptize myself in sand
but i can't stand without a
crutch

so i'll clutch you in a dream

the analogy to rabbit.

i can read, but not that
dawn-red pages
and i'm already awake, asleep
at the wheel, running through fields
can't shake what we feel

my ribs are sore
from breath

and i wanted you to live
beyond your dreams
on strange two feet
but you never will
even on four
you will run
run

and run some more.

wonderwallflower

i do not feel infinite
clear skies tonight, endless rings
of lighthouses calling us back
forward
i do not feel sad
only troubled

they said we would find ourselves
in the mirror on sunny sundays
and we believed them, which
is funny because
they were wrong
and we didn't
so we sit on walls and wonder

the north sea seems so
close, between you and me
waiting to shipwreck us all
and this is a secret, isn't it?
we have nothing left to wreck
but we will do it anyways.

advil mental

it takes a year or two to
pop a pill or two
'round here. the frames of broken
windows rain from everywhere
and i sit on park bench waiting
come on, kick me out
so you kick in
i'll be a reliever, relieve everything
if you will dance, i will sing.

dulcet

came late to the party
abandoned mont saint michel
stony hillside lust and
ran across two lovers holding back
to back
top forty hits
bruises all over
told me to get over it, live it up

papa

i know you died a while
ago, and i know he was your son
but i'm looking up for someone
else to help me right on through
i'm buckled up and ready to serve
ready to serve