i do not have it together
I DO NOT HAVE IT TOGETHER
i do not have it together
i don't have to.
my heart is a wellspring
i forget this, wearing
paper-thin walls baring
self in the dead of winter.
aching, aching,
frostbite arteries
pumping icy, whoring
out until spring
when its careful touch
shows me
how i've warred through
seven months of slavery
my own shackled wrists.
my heart is a wellspring,
i have forgotten that
jewels and gold are
kept tightly in chests.
i do not have it together
i. do. not. have. it. together.
i do not have it together and
i don't have to.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
things i think i hear; rainy day
even though it's lost
stranger keep the feather to yourself
join the people carry to the toy
every keep it's lost
see i know that you can take it to the Lord.
all that he has given to the world
stranger keep the stretcher to the self
all the people stand unto the cross
stranger keep the feather to yourself
join the people carry to the toy
every keep it's lost
see i know that you can take it to the Lord.
all that he has given to the world
stranger keep the stretcher to the self
all the people stand unto the cross
Saturday, February 21, 2009
oh the wonders
an orange can do
and all the things trying
to weigh on my head
well, they are still there,
but my stomach is fed.
oh the wonders
an orange can do
i just had been crying
my phone in my hand
reverberations of that
conversation, cold speak.
oh the wonders
an orange can do
i went to the kitchen
i stood hunchbacked
my appetite teasing
hiding, returning.
i didn't want wheat thins
i didn't want sun chips
i didn't want pb&j
i am addicted to pity
and i was sick of myself.
oh the wonders
an orange can do
and now my fingers are stained
with the smell.
an orange can do
and all the things trying
to weigh on my head
well, they are still there,
but my stomach is fed.
oh the wonders
an orange can do
i just had been crying
my phone in my hand
reverberations of that
conversation, cold speak.
oh the wonders
an orange can do
i went to the kitchen
i stood hunchbacked
my appetite teasing
hiding, returning.
i didn't want wheat thins
i didn't want sun chips
i didn't want pb&j
i am addicted to pity
and i was sick of myself.
oh the wonders
an orange can do
and now my fingers are stained
with the smell.
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