got the urge to graffiti, no surface is safe
JR all in hearts all over each notebook
our names linked up on the trunk of each tree
love poems 'bout longing on arched tunnel walls
your face spray painted on the side of a train
got an overwhelming urge for public proclamation
choose I LOVE JASON! as my Facebook status
Kate and Jason on every billboard 'tween here and Texas
drape a banner off the side of each highway overpass
invest in a sleeve of tattoos of your name
got an urge to give up the rest just to chase you
quit my jobs, clear my schedule, fill it only with you
spend my days dreamin' 'bout loving you better
run away to Tahiti where we can stroll on the sand
or just to a playground, we can swing on the swings
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
You've Gotta Get Out
you've gotta get out
of my spinning thoughts
'cause I can't focus
and I can't finish nothin'
my mind's a whir o maybe and someday and please
I've got bills to pay
and lessons to plan
and laundry to sort
and homeschool to grade
and conversations to be present in, list'nin
you've gotta get out
of my tumbled dreams
'cause I wake up more
tired than I lay down
runnin' round all night long just to find you just to
hold your hand and heart
squeeze next to you close
not to mention all those
other things I can't
mention 'cept to say they'll happen one day, some day
you've gotta get out
of all those duties
that keep you miles
away from me and
so busy working and learning and parenting
and wrapped up in things
that aren't me mine me
everyone pullin'
you to-fro, back-forth
and come on back to stay, just playin' house with me
of my spinning thoughts
'cause I can't focus
and I can't finish nothin'
my mind's a whir o maybe and someday and please
I've got bills to pay
and lessons to plan
and laundry to sort
and homeschool to grade
and conversations to be present in, list'nin
you've gotta get out
of my tumbled dreams
'cause I wake up more
tired than I lay down
runnin' round all night long just to find you just to
hold your hand and heart
squeeze next to you close
not to mention all those
other things I can't
mention 'cept to say they'll happen one day, some day
you've gotta get out
of all those duties
that keep you miles
away from me and
so busy working and learning and parenting
and wrapped up in things
that aren't me mine me
everyone pullin'
you to-fro, back-forth
and come on back to stay, just playin' house with me
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Questions
how do you know when you have what you wanted?
does it come barging in like thunder claps, shaking your core?
or tiptoeing in on silken feet, waking your soul?
is love a passion that consumes and devours?
or rather a comfort that envelopes and protects?
or is it simply the absence of fear?
does it come barging in like thunder claps, shaking your core?
or tiptoeing in on silken feet, waking your soul?
is love a passion that consumes and devours?
or rather a comfort that envelopes and protects?
or is it simply the absence of fear?
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Playin' at Being in Love
been sittin' waitin' and wishin' so long
i wonder if i've settled for make believe
like a black and white photo
of the impish little boy in a gray suitcoat,
sleeves swallowing up his hands,
she's in a petti-coated dress,
that the mind paints in bright yellow
with a parasol and a grin
just playin' at being in love
you sure feel real when we're talkin'
and your voice fills my head
and you say all those right things
droppin' hints 'bout forever
and it's my cheeks gettin' painted
all blush like the blossoms that
young casanova thrust at that sweet girl
but when the phone disconnects
the distance spreads out wide
and settles over me, thick, down, quilted
impractical love affair long on miles,
short on together, us, we, couple
full of hope, maybe, someday, later, when, if
almost like bein' alone and
just playin' at being in love
i wonder if i've settled for make believe
like a black and white photo
of the impish little boy in a gray suitcoat,
sleeves swallowing up his hands,
she's in a petti-coated dress,
that the mind paints in bright yellow
with a parasol and a grin
just playin' at being in love
you sure feel real when we're talkin'
and your voice fills my head
and you say all those right things
droppin' hints 'bout forever
and it's my cheeks gettin' painted
all blush like the blossoms that
young casanova thrust at that sweet girl
but when the phone disconnects
the distance spreads out wide
and settles over me, thick, down, quilted
impractical love affair long on miles,
short on together, us, we, couple
full of hope, maybe, someday, later, when, if
almost like bein' alone and
just playin' at being in love
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Gift of Silence
you are my sunshine
my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are gray.....
and you say you can't finish our song
but you hint
one day
someday
maybe
soon
you will sing it to the end
allusions and inferences
are your native tongue
don't spin webs with your tongue
with me
don't lead me down
winding word trails
i crave straight paths
well lit and marked
lay bare a dozen ugly truths
before feeding me a single pretty little lie
and if you can't, if you shouldn't, if you musn't
mention anything yet
don't say anything
nothing at all
give me the gift
of silenceWednesday, July 22, 2015
laying blame
your fault my fault
the phone's ringing sparks a craving to feast on your voice
your words, jewels and blossoms, trigger the ferocious speed of my pulse
as you wish twangs my heart, stops my breath, and brings on chills
sweet songs with secret meanings run on repeat, a constant serenade
the calendar- July 4, Labor Day, Sept '16, 07/11/15,12/14/16- is a weighty thing
the things that were, are, and will be dance nightly through my dreams
the phone's ringing sparks a craving to feast on your voice
your words, jewels and blossoms, trigger the ferocious speed of my pulse
as you wish twangs my heart, stops my breath, and brings on chills
sweet songs with secret meanings run on repeat, a constant serenade
the calendar- July 4, Labor Day, Sept '16, 07/11/15,12/14/16- is a weighty thing
the things that were, are, and will be dance nightly through my dreams
Idolatry
How many poems can I write about longing?
How many veiled references to secret affection?
How many ciphered love letters?
Been awhile since my last synthesized love affair.
Even longer since I played with the idol of poetry.
O, do you ever encourage me.
I know that I'm not yet allowed to say much.
So I write and write and write and spill it all.
Spinning grandeur from hope and maybes?
Maybe, but I justify and rationalize and say
At least I'm not mailing perfumed letters.
At least I'm not breathing hints on Facebook.
Am I hoping you'll find them all?
Anticipating the day you google my name
Decrypt, break code, interpret freely?
I'm playing with the fire that the spark
of my words could ignite in an instant
the one that will eventually escape
burning us both?
How many veiled references to secret affection?
How many ciphered love letters?
Been awhile since my last synthesized love affair.
Even longer since I played with the idol of poetry.
O, do you ever encourage me.
I know that I'm not yet allowed to say much.
So I write and write and write and spill it all.
Spinning grandeur from hope and maybes?
Maybe, but I justify and rationalize and say
At least I'm not mailing perfumed letters.
At least I'm not breathing hints on Facebook.
Am I hoping you'll find them all?
Anticipating the day you google my name
Decrypt, break code, interpret freely?
I'm playing with the fire that the spark
of my words could ignite in an instant
the one that will eventually escape
burning us both?
Word Choice
I almost blurted out
over lingering goodbyes
words tripping over each other
those few little velvety words
for a shot of effervescence to satisfy
the just-a-little-further yearn
but I know better by now, o yes
then to just hastily, clumsily toss words up
and.
let.
them.
fall.
where.
they.
may.
over lingering goodbyes
words tripping over each other
those few little velvety words
for a shot of effervescence to satisfy
the just-a-little-further yearn
but I know better by now, o yes
then to just hastily, clumsily toss words up
and.
let.
them.
fall.
where.
they.
may.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Once Upon a Time
once upon a time
there was a princess
and she dropped her golden ball
into a pond
isn't that how the story goes?
once upon a time
a manipulative amphibian
an opportunistic frog
offered help
in exchange for a kiss
once upon a time,
so the story goes
the princess agreed
the frog fetched the ball
a kiss was exchanged
and the slimy creature
was transformed into
a prince, a PRINCE
that's how the story goes
not one to believe in fairy tales
i taught my daughters young
not to trust in
once upon a time
don't kiss the creature
jump into the pond
and grab your own damn ball
frogs, my dears,
never ever never
turn into princes,
that's how my story goes
and there have been lots and lots
dozens of frogs i've met
i meet them all the time
offering favors galore
in exchange for kisses
and i haven't given them away
those precious kisses
i've held them tight
that's been how my story goes
until i met a new one and
he's a prince, a PRINCE
if i had a golden ball
i'd throw it deep into
the first lake i found
and cry just like
once upon a time
i'd offer up all those kisses
i've been saving up for years
trade them all for a
little golden ball
or a handful of wild daisies
or a promise
but this prince
doesn't require kisses
won't even trade in kisses
not at all
that's how this story goes
The List
Dear Just a Friend,
I have a checklist
Two pages longs
Full of qualifications and qualities
That I've made a requirement
My list has just kept
Getting longer and longer
With each person who hasn't been
What you already are
Too specific, too demanding
My list has only kept
Me from second dates
From dreaming of Hap'ly
From saying yes
From entertaining maybes
I have been told
To trash the list
To reshape my expectation
To lower my standards
Or to accept just being alone
Without trying, you
Keep checking off my boxes.
Frightened I've started
Looking for flaws
Searching for gaps
I tried to cross you off
Scratch out the possibility
Erase the maybe
But my list wouldn't let me
Mark out your name
I have a checklist
Two pages longs
Full of qualifications and qualities
That I've made a requirement
My list has just kept
Getting longer and longer
With each person who hasn't been
What you already are
Too specific, too demanding
My list has only kept
Me from second dates
From dreaming of Hap'ly
From saying yes
From entertaining maybes
I have been told
To trash the list
To reshape my expectation
To lower my standards
Or to accept just being alone
Without trying, you
Keep checking off my boxes.
Frightened I've started
Looking for flaws
Searching for gaps
I tried to cross you off
Scratch out the possibility
Erase the maybe
But my list wouldn't let me
Mark out your name
Monday, July 6, 2015
Free Time
Free Time
This is the worst possible thing
A cancellation
Two hours free
Nowhere to be
Nothing to do
Can't go home
Nothing left
But to sit in a parking lot
And dream of you
Already re-read our texts
And all the texts
To my girlfriends
Bragging 'bout you
Already re-read your
Facebook feed
Re-read our emails
Sent you three texts
And dreamt of tomorrow
Nothing left to do
'Cept write about you
A cancellation
Two hours free
Nowhere to be
Nothing to do
Can't go home
Nothing left
But to sit in a parking lot
And dream of you
Already re-read our texts
And all the texts
To my girlfriends
Bragging 'bout you
Already re-read your
Facebook feed
Re-read our emails
Sent you three texts
And dreamt of tomorrow
Nothing left to do
'Cept write about you
Undone
Undone
There are things I'm not allowed to say
Things that must be left unspoken
Want you, need you, love you, please, now
So many things I can't say
There are things I'm not allowed to do
Things that must be left undone
Rush you, pressure you, press you, kiss you
So many things I can't do
There are things I'm not allowed to dream
Things that must be left un-thought
Forever, hap'ly ever after
So many thoughts I can't stop
There are so many things I shouldn't write
Things that should be left unwritten
Poetry, words, metaphors, hope
Spilling out of my pen
Though I know they shouldn't
You've got me undone
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