6.16.08
i wonder how i will
explain these days
to my kids
how we did our share of
glow in the darkstar
lightning bug drugs
just to see the stuff
they said made up
our insides
how we saw god
in every lightning
storm one summer
and trusted not one
cuz we knew autumn
would break our
promises one day
how we flew
(oh, how we really did flew)
far far and away from this place
more times than we could have afforded
(more times than we had wished to remember)
but broke toes
on those shaky
landings
none the less
coming back
just to save
the ones
still left sleeping
at this very moment,
we are indebted to
none but ourselves
be not mistaken,
it is no coincidence
us having found eachother
the way that we did
(like the cheekbones of an
indigoed sunset waiting
to unleash itself
in the smile of our chests)
the way we
can smell truth
like our mother did
(out of the back of our heads)
how we did our share of
out of body experiencing
isolating our skins
from connection
so we forget where we come from
something about
praying for hailstorms
(the majority of which never would come)
to break open this glass ceiling of a heat wave
we've got runnin' down our backs
before the government
or the middle aged investment bankers
or whoever makes that thunder sound
clap
two three mississippi
CLAP CLAP!
(storms a comin')
eight nine mississippi
wayyyyyyyyyyy up there
that bearded dude
and all of his manifestations,
may he forgive our trespasses
and break this arc of a dream
into a bedframe
worth sleeping in
noah tells me about hopelessness
(he whispers into my ear
while i'm 4 am and wide eyed
somehing about being boatless)
he asks me why
mama ain't gonna
fix those problems
for him no more
how shes not gonna phone him
in sick to school no more
(something about a math test he can't miss)
the sky,
oh how it stares at us
all green eyed
and cumulonimbus
will my daughter
know the thirsting
of holy water?
will she feel hunger
known only to the insomniac stomachs
of epileptic blood hounds
who cry the call of
titan's three sirens
(the ones asleep in the belly of an
inflatible swimming pool
that ruined my front lawn
just a week ago)
oh,
the books we burned
trying to roast marshmellows
oh how innocent
we never once were