Friend

I wake in the night
To feel my ribs burning.
Your face is a stranger,
Your actions are stranger

for you are the stars to me

Rock me to sleep
in these storms of disaster
Wake me, early,
to sunrise & fire

Look out on the water,
not even a ripple,
not even a whisper
of shipwrecks beneath

These tides are torment.
Underneath the shifting skies,
I try to map the
unfamiliar oceans in your eyes.

towers

I live up in the attic
-birds eye view-
At night the wind talks
and the old walls talk,
windows and doors
and hardwood floors,
talk.
And I listen

I don't care much for beds,
just a pillow for my head,
my ceiling curves away
(not too far) above me

I take my medicine
buy myself flowers
dream at night of prisons in towers
(Oh the sermons are the first to rest)

I know the sadness
is comforting
like a worn wool blanket
the ache is poetry,
slipping away
into yourself

Nothing as easy as a broken heart

Nothing harder than
drawing up your anchor
and sailing on

Awake

4 in the morning
rain in the air
Magnolias are blooming
the sky is moving
and I have nothing to fear

the birds warble and marvel
at the darkness

Sitting on my front porch
waiting on the storm
I can smell the growing things,
the world is awake with me
(Sleepless with me)

Make me a promise that can't be kept,
bottom of the hill,
bottom of the steps.
End of the street,
glass in my feet,
prettiest stranger I ever did meet

Smoke in my lungs
and clouds in my head,
there is no room,
for me in my bed.

Science/divinity

Wave, particle
Past, present, future
There is some universe in me

And maybe some of me
in a universe of yours
Mind, mine, reality
It doesn't matter.

Well, it matters.
But matter is made of electricity
And electricity is light
Loops and strings and pretty rings
and it's all in our heads

Look at that bright ripple reflection
It exists because you see it
You don't see it because it exists

And it's just like God
Or call him Light
Or call him Universe

(He is none of those things.
He is all of those things.)

I exist because he sees me
I hope he doesn't close his eyes

They told me I was
created in his image.
A hologram I guess

I'm crying
and I don't know why

Is the cat dead or isn't he?

torn

My memories fell,
pieces of pottery
scattered around me,
shards cut my hands.
but.
blood just means my heart still beats
driving through the midnight streets
to songs I've never heard

the wind so strong
my windows shake,
and I must pay for my mistakes.

torn away, soul from body
I'm lost and far, far away,
colors I've never seen
figures from my dreams
drawn in the sky,
and the stars, like chandeliers,
go sweeping by

the air is thick,
I feel the weight
and I must pay for my mistakes.

titanic heart

Wild boy, freedom's spin
Music written on your skin

I've seen the shipwrecks
In your eyes
I've seen the pain
Of compromise

Don't run up the white flag,
Close the door.
Leave me on the kitchen floor

Lost boy, titanic heart
Where did all your sorrow start?