5/30/13 1:14am – 5/30/13 9:09pm
didn’t even turn out a chair
(disassembling muscle memory)
it didn’t even turn out a chair
when i failed to make a table
it wasn’t because i didn’t try
i would be glad if i’d been able
it may have more to do with the fact
i’m working myself so much more
& so much less to do with the fact
it’s meaning less than did before
you won’t truly enjoy the table
if you don’t enjoy chopping trees
my life would be much more simple
if this was about carpentry
5/11/13 2:10pm – 5/19/13 7:43pm
nobody’s muse
(being mused)
i thought that you were nobody’s muse
i could have sworn i heard you say it
but it seems his left brain’s getting use
while mine is watching you betray it
you’re not being used
you are being mused
if you will take a closer look
(judged by the cover of your book)
i never gave you two my blessing
i could have sworn i never gave it
but to my surprise his eye’s undressing
the both of us; not playing favorites
you need a lover with soul power
i could have sworn i heard you say it
you ask my time, but don’t mean the hour
without knowing if i’m a fit
we’re not being used
we are being mused
if we will take a closer look
(judged by the cover of our book)
it’s not enough that we look up to you
you want us both down on our knees too
5/6/13 9:34pm – 5/28/13 2:43am
you can be mean to me
(the curse & cure of being easily effected)
I
zahira
i don’t mean to play god
but something told me to
it told me of two words
that’d mean much more to you
two words:
come back.
the shortest sentence stopped her
slipping through the cracks
i was well on my way
to losing you to yourself
but someone acting through me
told you not to explore self
two words:
come back.
the shortest sentence stopped her
slipping through the cracks
III
carol
you can be mean to me
if it will make you feel better
this girl mistreating me
neither you nor i have met her
i was well on my way
to losing you to yourself
the someone acting through you
was the picture of poor health
i don’t mean to play god
but i think it was too soon
to be breathing your last breath
in that bed that afternoon
two words:
come back.
the shortest sentence couldn’t fix
what her slipping cracked
5/6/13 11:49am – 5/13/13 4:42pm
a single useful word
(through seclusion)
(tracing can be fulfilling)
I
present
i am waiting to be told what this strange; new place is that
i now find myself strung about in.
but of course not a single useful word is pushed out from
behind their lips.
there is nothing here my eyes are seeing for a second time..
no thing or one to label a landmark.
II
past
further into my state of no direction out grew comfort from
my lack of it.
i began to see myself getting used to this.
i could see my surroundings as a picture framed.
gladly tacking that landscape to one of four walls still not yet mine.
III
future
until that first chance i will just as easily get lost in the plenty
of lines connecting the tissue of her hands.
one of the few moments tracing will prove to be fulfilling.
i’m looking only forward to what more i can learn about others
& myself through seclusion.
5/4/13 1:44pm – 5/4/13 2:55pm
a door that does not
i thought it would’ve come with age.
to this day i still can’t quite get the hang of it all.
still, every so often i am visited by a glimpse of
what it is i have removed from.
it only frustrates me further having a working
peephole on a door that does not.
i found myself in a room without relation & better for it.
myself my only visitor & view.
i left without me; now i visit three.
5/4/13 2:41pm – 5/5/13 3:12pm
gathering a laugh or two
i am stuck saying, “i’m stuck in ‘did i leave the stove on’ mode”.
i know that she has overheard me say it again since the first.
& once was more than enough.
each time said more confidently than the last.
gathering a laugh or two more than the last.
these laughs, we know, are not worth the fatigue it causes her & myself.
together we will continue to be drained by the sound of my own
voice until the laughs stop rolling in.