If it's not cold enough for gloves ... it's not cold enough for shoes
First drafts. Feel free to post (poems like listening, too).
Saturday, May 25, 2024
Touch-hungry ... (Holden 2022)
Friday, May 24, 2024
True story, this morning ...
(2022 November 22)
You said you'd ... (song)
You said you’ll water my garden. But you do-on’t…
And yet you wanted the same.
You want to stand where my heart is. But you won’t—let it roam—where it's home—
Your nerves crack—when I roll— On my back—in the grass…
So you call back my name.
And if you wanted so bad, In a life that’s so hard—
You want to love your own body, And the weeds in your yard.
Well, I- can’t- give that to you.
[Drums: Pf, ch-Pf, ch. Pf…chhh]
You said you’d grow open-hearted. But you’re closed…
I’ve pulled that door everyday.
You said "let’s go to the party…"
So I hugged—all my friends—you said "no!—not with them—
She’s a bitch—he hates me—oh I’m sure…"
And so you pulled me away.
But I am going back in, You hear them playing my song?
I feel thunder in my feet, and You can please come along
But baby: my- heart- has to move.
[Break]
Im in love! with the look in your eyes!
When you pick—up a wrench—and you twist—'til the engine hummmms.
Braap, braap, braap, brrrap…
I’m in hate, I’m in sad with myself,
When I let someone else—even you—choke and stall me frommm…
I `know you `don’t mean `to, but …
[Back]
You said “I know I can get there. Can you wa-ait?”
so/I set down my attaché.
You said “Can you rub my neck, dear?”
So I did—both hands in—'til my thumbs—needle-pinned—
Then I switched—to my fists—how are you…
Still so tight every day?
We’ve been under this sheet Hiding out from a storm—
But there’s no moisture in the breeze,
And the light feels warm.
Baby, I think- the- storm's in you.
[No Drums…]
I so believe in your strength, dear. And your beau-ty.
Even when you’re afraid.
I have this singular duty, To the earth—and the trees—who I feed—
With the breeze—from my face—to keep looo—ving and breeea—
thing 'til my flesh falls away.
So I’m letting go your promises, And filling my lungs—
I forgive you and I carry Every moment of us.
You said “Don’t- lie-" (Well) that’s the truth.
[Drum break: Pf, ch-Pf, ch. Pf, ch-Pf, ch.]
[Coda]
You said you’d water my garden. But you do-on’t…
And still you wanted the same.
And if you wanted so bad, In a life that’s so hard—
You want to love your own body, And the weeds in your yard.
Well, I- can’t- give that to you.
Camera phone ...
Taking a picture of my face,
to remind myself I still exist.
No one asked “how are you?” today,
So I posted “I'm here!”; they’ll at least know this.
And maybe they’ll judge me— but I hope not.
And maybe they’ll {heart} it, and that’s like a “hey”?
I could call all the hearts on my phone: {Like} that thought
(“Um, hello?” I would never—but it gets me through the day).