stay moving return to the breath twice a day, at random, say “non attachment” realize you’re seeing things as you are but there are ways around that should you need
when i found you
your eyes were spotlights burned against the background of the night
your level face a row of strings
and banners, flags of light captured as a camera might
you stayed that way until morning
they bump and crawl like
so many these days inch and inch and occupy and wait
furrowed brows in the crowd
create desire paths when followed through gifted wakes
i’ll rust, they seem to say.
sirens and two by fours and a thick yellow light covering the herd pictures start small and get bigger, this is no mystery
me euphorically getting some kind of song idea on the way home from the bar one night when i still lived at the apartment. never turned it into anything – except this blog post! $50 bucks to the person who can turn this into a real song.
we play under lofts
and years and the weight of the familiar people outside