Banister Songs

The carpet burns my back

The drunkest hours

It’s a thick rain dark

The moans from the voice

The song that’s in the back

It’s a soft melody

And it hasn’t been real for hours

Your hair on my shoulder

I can’t look

I’ve never seen a dance

I’ve never know what it

Was to trace a

Lips

An eye and find it’s

Hand

The pass of the hot air balloon

Gripped tight in my hand

In the middle of the forest

In the middle of the night

As the light fights the tree line

In the middle of the night

And I feel the book

I can feel the white paint watching us

Reflecting the

Pouring

Rain blue and grey and black

This is a lonely place

Feeling the tips of wet flowers

You were just a girl

Whose throat was full

And forgot her manners

Yellow Plastic Boat

A low violin

From a resignation that

Universally captivates

Its moans and shakes move the

Dusty dark of the night and the

Silhouette of the soft descending mountain

Fighting a light pollution

Mirroring chemical lakes that dance with

The poisoned clouds

One tied and the other

Stupid and corporate

And a child’s

Yellow plastic toy boat

That keeps bleach out as it moves

From shore

Where the sandy blonde boy

With cloudy eyes that match the boat

Sits and knows

He’s not going to see the boat

For a long long time

Maybe as a man when

He’s done shredding his

Confidentials

He’ll find it

In a gutter like him

And it will be a dilapidated mutated

Mess

And he’ll cry a little and

Shred it too

And then we will

All turn to our pens

And write on thrice used paper

From young blood trees

Like us

                                   (written 1/7/2012)

Like I'm Drunk

I look north

And the music flows

Like the liquor

On fire

In the night with clouds

It’s orange

That reflects the mountain cities light

And it snows

The music brings my feeling

Of sweet bitter

I love it

Oh I love it

The same that brings revolutions started

With bandannas

And a bottle

And a flaming bottle with

A rag from life’s times

The same that lets me muse

On thoughts of love and

Lets me pretend that the still

Soft snow that falls

Will always be there

And I pretend I’m drunk

That I am a poor soul

That can cry because I’ve earned it

I pretend I will become drastic

And with a trigger

Or noose

Or drug

I will let the snow hold my still

And tear stained decision

Beneath and abused old tree

                                            (written 11/18/2011)

Maybe I’ll sit where you told me to

Maybe the grass will hold my

Back

The shirt stretched thin high

Maybe you’ll kiss him

His pulled cheeks

Maybe I’ll see the bobbing

Shoulder

Maybe you’ll moan

Maybe his face with

Cold leper

Maybe I’ll freeze to death

Maybe the milk haze

Washes away from my

Eye

And the smell of gasoline

Cut grass

And the sound of God in my head

Will be fresh

 Maybe I'll kill myself

Maybe the thin bar

of a sunset in the north

in the middle of the night

on the mountain 

will back the slow sound

of a gentle metal 

in the middle of the night

in the middle of red paint

and the glowing city lights

the spinning valley 

maybe you'll kiss me

maybe I'll freeze to death

Faceless Gusts

A beau

Beautiful, pale face

In a dress that is just like

Snow

Except rarer

Thinner and with the wind

As it turns with your hips and

The faceless gusts catch

And your eyes flicker up at

Me but I can’t avoid your gaze

Your hair is a soft brown

Cream like your dress

They match your eyes

And the trees

There perfectly sour fruit that

Hangs in a deep red

And you have no shoes

This is a place where the long grass

Is soft and the wind rolls in it

And breathes in it.

                              (written 11/17/2011)

In as voice much like my mother's

In as voice much like my mother’s

You kissed my ears and they bled and healed in

An instant

And you seemed surprised at my tears as if

Your voice

Had never shaken anyone so deep

But I cried and cried

And the tears were so

Many colors it made me

Run until

It was winter and I didn’t know where I was

Some where you were close

But not close enough you

Heard the shakes

It was close enough

And the sparkle of lights

In the windows I

Pass

They seem to wonder idly

Why I don’t seem as content

As some full bellied child with gifts in their hands

But they don’t know how full my

Mind

Is

Thinking of your warms spins

Touched smile

And eyes I can’t ever remember

In your spring clothes

Whatever the case

You seem to pull beauty and

Flow

I just frown and ruffle my hands in

My jacket pocket to the

tune of nerves

because you shouldn’t have to deal with things like this

but I can’t help it because I’m not selfless enough to give up

Because God told me not to

God told me not to

                                                            (written 1/8/2012)