Monday, July 23, 2012

gavenotice

I am drifting ---
Drifting is what she said
The lies that we love are repeating
Day in and out and I am drifting

I am leaving ---
Leaving for a little time
So I can be another life
Another for a new pair of eyes

Someday I'll be back again
Maybe you will still remember
But if you are washed away
And nothing of me remains
When I come home again

I would forgive you.

Monday, July 16, 2012

to give a veryone

to give a veryone one chance
twoperhaps but oneonly usually
seems best to me but he is not

tooever he finds reasons to say
yes, let's again andlaugh
so staving off too regrets

we have are all defences but these
are notmuch the best: the door left open
and the wafting of possibles

Thursday, July 12, 2012

For a fierce heart.

Ah you. Summer always suited you so
Much best. Last year when you were Lost,
I found you out on the porch, smiles at me
And asking when we might?

The answer simmers.

When Autumn became you came bepanicked
Less romantic more sofrantic wondering
Who could make a place for you in theirs?

I said only you.

Lately one more said the best for me:
You can't fix anyone. You can only give them

Love (

this we've been waiting for ) .

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

last time last summer

I think the truthmostful is sunset
and the girl my hands
draped
one across her and one
stirring the bananas foster

The pleasure of you
r company makes me
mories sweet and we
ll I just wanted to say '
hello and thank you
' for yes
terday

This is such a bold thing ending
but beginning such a such thing
is always all ways always re-
re-membering what a heart

is or ever could

Monday, July 9, 2012

moments only

And is it so hard to remember the last moment we met?
Was it really in June? Was it really so long ago?
That moment you said staying in touch is so important?
If love is life and life is only moments what is love? )

i was all fear id lost my chance
so when your chance appeared again
i stepped in and out and in and
this is just a paean to brokens

those who say things unsure
and sad a little when the love
they thought they had
is moments only

( who is to say I am not broken too?

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Iterations on 47th Ave.

I came by to pick up my things
and you held me in your eyes and arms
so I would never leave

I after spent days in angry fog
with heart set on hating
because this will never last

but the only way it ends is I'm not madly
no, never madly not quite madly in love
with you

this is never easy or ever ending
my head is set on ending you and me
but my heart is in the way

and you say what right have I to end a pair
when neither belongs to either and I still love
( this is to say that when

Friday, July 6, 2012

Joyeux Anniversaire

Insouciant alors et insouciant maintenant
Je passe mes journées ne vous demandant comment
Votre anniversaire s'est passé; malheureusement
Je l'ai manqué et maintenant j'ai honte

Oublier deux fois dans une seule année
Rien que je puisse dit, rien que je puisse fait
Pût réparer cet affront terrible
De ton pardon, je suis inadmissible

Je veux vous présenter des excuses
Et les habiller de douces brises
Mais je me suis deja excusé avant
Et maintenant j'oublier encore une fois

Et donc, bénis soit votre coeur, si bon, si vrai
Avec toutes les réparations que je vous devais
J'espère que vous pourrez me pardonne
Et que nous pourrons tous en rit encore

Car la vie n'est pas un calendrier
Et même que j'oublie, je même tu rappelais

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

lunchtime poetry

Breathlessbreathless gomode go!
How many things can one man know
Or have the time to do in a day?
One more to-do which can't be late:

These numbers in those numbers out
( I'm losing some, I have no doubt )
And in the midst the simple chime
Of txt which brings you back to mind.

And this is just a way to say
I'm not ignoring you today;
Just a busy, just a stressed,
Without the time to be what's best:

What's best, I think is just to laugh
And lean into my arms again
For life is not a paragraph
And days should be much better spent.

Lunchtime poetry. It must
be done by lunchtime, and
so sometimes the quick
craft shows through - the
exposed mortar, the spots
the run together or fall
apart...

... lyrically speaking, we
must all be done by
lunchtime.