My muscles ache.
Laps around tables,
Stools, a bar.
A screaming baby,
And a mother who
Wishes
She could just run away.
No destination.
Lost in the freedom
Of great lungfuls of air.
Arms waving
Legs pumping
Feet slapping hard against the pavement.
Just to get away
Away.
From the endless miles
Walked like an ox in a yoke.
Slowly watching the ground rise
On each side.
As my rut grows deeper.
There was a dream once.
Now it is lost,
Under the mountain of parking tickets, reciepts,
Unsent love letters, fast food wrappers,
Dirty diapers and used condoms.
Kleenex, that wait to dry the tears,
That never seem to come.
I wish that I could set this place on fire.
And watch as the pressed pulp,
Bleached white for your convinence
Turns black and crumples
Then grays into ash and floats away.
And somehow, somewhere
Beneath the molten pain
There will be a glimmer
That will catch the eye
A forgotten hope.
An old idea
Made new by the
All consuming purification
Of the heat.
The misery and drudgery
Denatured.
A highway and a pair of high tops.
A way out,
And the desire to leave.
A sick feeling about the stomach and head.
Two weeks in bed unable to wake up,
or cry.
Holding the pain of guilt in deep
where it cannot cut me.
A lump in the center,
compressing my vital organs.
Two months without your eyes.
Too long without the sound of you
Falling against my ears and skin.
My hands and mind will not unclench.
Afraid to lose the litte piece of your shirt
that was all I was able to grab,
When you turned.
Walked away.
Forgot the magic of us.
How do I unstick from the moment of you?
When you were the one, my sweetest muse.
Some time from now, I will gaze across
the canyons that separate what was,
what will be,
And what is.
Each an eternity in its own right.
Winding roads that intersect from time to time
(When we least expect)
There I will see,
A girl, and a boy,
And a moment that lasted
And lasted.
Laps around tables,
Stools, a bar.
A screaming baby,
And a mother who
Wishes
She could just run away.
No destination.
Lost in the freedom
Of great lungfuls of air.
Arms waving
Legs pumping
Feet slapping hard against the pavement.
Just to get away
Away.
From the endless miles
Walked like an ox in a yoke.
Slowly watching the ground rise
On each side.
As my rut grows deeper.
There was a dream once.
Now it is lost,
Under the mountain of parking tickets, reciepts,
Unsent love letters, fast food wrappers,
Dirty diapers and used condoms.
Kleenex, that wait to dry the tears,
That never seem to come.
I wish that I could set this place on fire.
And watch as the pressed pulp,
Bleached white for your convinence
Turns black and crumples
Then grays into ash and floats away.
And somehow, somewhere
Beneath the molten pain
There will be a glimmer
That will catch the eye
A forgotten hope.
An old idea
Made new by the
All consuming purification
Of the heat.
The misery and drudgery
Denatured.
A highway and a pair of high tops.
A way out,
And the desire to leave.
A sick feeling about the stomach and head.
Two weeks in bed unable to wake up,
or cry.
Holding the pain of guilt in deep
where it cannot cut me.
A lump in the center,
compressing my vital organs.
Two months without your eyes.
Too long without the sound of you
Falling against my ears and skin.
My hands and mind will not unclench.
Afraid to lose the litte piece of your shirt
that was all I was able to grab,
When you turned.
Walked away.
Forgot the magic of us.
How do I unstick from the moment of you?
When you were the one, my sweetest muse.
Some time from now, I will gaze across
the canyons that separate what was,
what will be,
And what is.
Each an eternity in its own right.
Winding roads that intersect from time to time
(When we least expect)
There I will see,
A girl, and a boy,
And a moment that lasted
And lasted.