Half and Half Made Up

all frantic to
tell you where
and not how come
i can't
you'll fill in the blanks
then and gone (when)
we kept it simple
as easy as it was
your eyebrows fall in together
my smile does as much 
as my boots do ring
in line line line

of course all paper writes
better than our hands
in our palms
our own strangers
impatient with these men
with my teeth
i'll tell you
that i took the note
i had left for you and
had it made into a pitcher
to pour black water from
as my hand
casts a shadow over the words
i scratched in hand
all into the dark
and sort it out
late
half and half made up
made believe mostly
skimmed in blue veins

counting by trains
and their stops
i lay my head back
how can i
be your only
can you be mine?
my heart fades under
lights of late
street signs
the train pulls out
like (it knows)
like the past

you won't get to speak
til next time
she teach me
i teach you
you teach me
to say line line line
you dance
from your knees (up)
at the end of the night
whenever
we find it
it's what's left
in my hands and
not yours
that we're left with
the knees fall out
from under
I slouch to you
shallow in my
swung from the hip
suggestion

just drunk enough
to know
you're jack
i'm gin
tuck in our chins
to laugh hard
and in our knees
to weep
me all numb in your stun

aside
i need to be
a good deal drunker an this
a good deal holier

it's late
i grew eyes
i held so still
what do we do with
the sweat under our shirts
our skirts
sleep dance on
straighten your back
to pass me in the doorway
and don't let me catch you
in waiting again
i can see your cheekbones
you weren't for me

aside
summer all
can't last that long
can it last that long
summer bawls
summer ah

the proof
is in just a stain
a bruise i
re-enact
a breath i
re-intake
my excuses are
boots on the wood
the solemn only sound
of a late coming spring

i get behind all i can
dance to
the musicians tune
we fray
you do the violence
i'll do harmony
i put you
but i don't see you
like i seen you
in a man's bed
half there and gettin so
you have to
you leave too
much time for
the lending

i can't believe and be
my heart and its
relentlessness
double up
what i have is
prettier than what
you say 'sing'

aside
it'll take a year
to believe it all.

don't be ashamed of
afraid of the things
behind your ears

may 27th, 2011

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