a full moon's out tonight
and she will stare in admiration
at the cauterizing light
it speaks, no hint of hesitation
take it slow

you felt a tug at a heartstring
but couldn't find the fucking source
a mar, and your terminal ping
a request considered, yet never forced
take it slow

flowers eat away the soil
springtime shows its horrid face
and when a song prohibits a toil
a heart will never be replaced.
take it slow

For the next thirty two minutes

So it's down and across town
when the light ceases to shine.
And we're driving, ever striving
for reason or maybe rhyme.
We pull up to this foreign complex,
preemptively, I unlock your door
but for the next thirty-two minutes
you forget what you're fighting for.
We amble through the alleys
my hand, it loosely cradles yours.
But it's limp, I tend to skimp
with that affection.
Before long we are eating,
I got the crispy chicken, too.
We sit and park, here in the dark,
I share my pearl tea with you.

Autumn nights they bring a promise
of beauty or maybe love.
They create in me a wholeness
and I want to sing.
Singin'
La la la la la la
la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la.

You wrap your arms around my shoulders,
I gaze at you, I face your face.
A frigid tear slides down and dies
and I feel the cold embrace.
You decide to ask the question
whether I love you, "is it true?"
Or is the thing that I honestly want
companionship from you?
I look deep into those brown eyes,
and I falter just a bit.
I don't want to have hurt you love,
I think, as I bite my upper lip.
I have never been more truthful
than that cold day in September.
You could infer, I wasn't sure
if I had ever truly cared
or ever remembered.

Autumn nights they bring a promise
of beauty or maybe love.
They create in me a wholeness
and I want to sing.
Singin'
La la la la la la
la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la.

On that autumn night
I realized what you mean to me.
And I knew from that day forward
That I was going to sing.
singin'
La la la la la la
la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la.

Feb. 14th

Can we walk a little bit slower?
I have so much to say,
but we're here at the start
yet again.

Put up your Dukes.
Let's see what your daddy gave you.
Can you handle me here?
Will this be goodbye?
Let's see you protect yourself
this time.

Can I show someone else that I love her?
It's Valentine's day.
So dear to my heart,
this holiday.

So put up those Dukes.
Has your past taught you nothing?
Can you handle me there?
A resounding "goodbye."
What can reason do for you
this time?

e.e. cummings-inspired

I meant everything.
(But not;
I mean,
those parts in which I said
that I would always care or
that I could
never leave your side.)
Well, I did say those things
and I believed them
and meant them
when say them
I did.
Times are different,
now,
and I don't know if those
old, fragile promises can still hold
when you sleep in beds
that don't belong to you or I,
and you peer subconciously
for a mirror from the corner
(Or a camera lens.)
That means you care
for me
so I can't blame you
or feel pain;
I'm no longer allowed
to do that.
Right?
I might, in fact,
have changed my entire demeanor
since you left;
It's different, for sure-
I mean, were it not for
video,
photograph,
knick-knack,
conversations kept,
and this inexhaustible memory
I clearly
would have
forgotten
you
by now.

love actually

My heart pumps; my feet tap the floor.
Carry-on luggage is weightless in my arms as I run.
I can see you before I see you;
I can feel your embrace,
yet you are still far off.
When, finally, we reunite...
you aren't the same person
that flew away five months prior to today.
And when we meet again, some day soon,
I truly, and with all hope focused on the opposite,
doubt I'll likely be able to recognize you.
The airport-- love is actually all around us.
Surrounding-- suffocated. By everything
that we cannot seem to grasp.