Stuff

Last night I took a long time returning to the K place from K’s place. When “Brokeback Mountain” ended it was 7:15 p.m. I went into shock. The train ride was pleasant. I took pics of myself before we pulled out of the New Haven station. I have no idea why I did that. (No I’m not posting them; eww!) When I got off at Grand Central Station (a place I come to love more each time I am in it, it’s so beautiful, thank you Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis for saving it) I decided I would take the bus down rather than the subway. I bopped across 42nd Street toward Second Avenue, stopping in the Duane Reade on Third Avenue. I feel so much better riding on a bus than riding on a subway.

Traveling means whittering, of course. The first whitter was penned while K slept on (our sleeping patterns are different as are our work schedules). See below. It’s Laundry Day.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soft and steady
sound of sleep
curled up in a corner of your couch
I listen to your presence
your rest
wonder at this day
where it finds me

Fear of falling
isn’t that the way life is
fear of flying
can you survive another
crash
even though the craft is strong
there always comes that moment
switch flicked to solitude

Thought I was awake
but now I feel a need
to rest a while
beside possibility
smiling for a time
parallel heartbeats
resting soft against the world

~~~~~~~~~~

Still
don’t you see
it all ends in senseless tragedy
the dreamer killed
the lover left alone

Still
don’t you see
I’m riding on a train near empty
the dreamer rides
the lover’s left alone

And I know it’s all right
truth be told it’s how she wants it
yeah I know the country
knows how cowboys can fall in love

I wonder who’d notice
if I booked a flight to nowhere
would their hearts grow fonder
if for a while I wasn’t found

~~~~~~~~~~

I will wash away the evidence
of evils I committed
when life was nothing more
than abandonment
in a strange unholy world

Trace minerals
from the pavements of Sheepshead Bay
blood from what I bade them
cut away
to not make a sorry thing
worse

Sad not to know
half of what you’re made of
sad to enter life
unknown and unnamed
go back little spirits
said I
come again another day

~~~~~~~~~~

Evem though my name gets lost
in the confusion
there are parallels
in other ways
makes me wonder
makes me think
maybe next time
we’ll achieve complete
reunion
with our ends here synchronized
at last
toward eternity whole

Now seems so complicated
so early and so formal
learning more about rules
touch regulated
relegated to the edges
I loosen
step back and turn away
hide my giveaway face
lose my name in translation
let me listen
for one true heartbeat
but it was time to go
before I was ready

Answers of adages
lead me to ride through
city night streets
name and soul
incommunicado for a while
searched Duane Reade for a cure
came up short
who cares if I get there
not me
just now I’m smiling
cause I know the truth
in a name shared with no one

Blame it on the blood
trust in gloves
leave it all
well enough
alone

Sponsor Me!