Winter Scene

He walked out of my winter scene

Long ago

And not through the chimney

and barely to do with my stocking

His mad man mind was made up

The long and winding for him

The long and windy for me

Always going 

against it

Locked Out

Someone changed my locks while I was gone

Now I don't know where I can get in 

Or where I should stay out of

Jazz

He gave me my love of jazz,

made me feel it from the inside

And now

we stand feet apart

Romanticizing a kiss

from another life

We could

and might

reignite

but should we

see how years 

write songs of memory?

Fantasize those hazel eyes

Once left his heart in a closet

beating hard

And now he left me breathless

up train stairs

renewing a kiss

from jazz archives

Show

These four chambers

where your string quartet sat

These empty stands

Music strewn on theatre floor

That's what this was

A show

Wasn't it?

Shore

You wanted so badly for me to be

A figment of your imagination

only spoken word

not printed pigment

only pin up

not pinned down

in the closet

not on the town

but i am the realest thing

you've ever done

that moment 

when you caught yourself

being you-

that was me

live with that

because you can no longer

push off of me to get to her faster;

to love her more.

no longer can you 

fight this passion war.

stand there with your shield

i surrender,

even put my flag on the floor

i yield

she's yours- an archway

I'm a castle door

my ocean a depth had unparalleled lure

but she's the sand

i'm the sea

and you can't marry the shore

Groove

I am not a pot

Why am I on your back burner baby?

I am not keeping time

but something seems to be going off

Too hot to handle 

and too cold to feel

Impatient laments

from stove to the microwave

I am an unwhistled tea pot

Now burning up with nothing to say

I am your finest china

Left perpetually in sheathing

Hope you didn't want the truth with your coffee,

Sugar

And now the saucer looks at the cup

Like he invented love

then destroyed it

Leaving this groove

where only you fit

Moved On

My spirit is haunting this old body

and everyone can tell I've already moved on

Going through motions

 As ghosts through hallways

As anthems once held blood

As our love once held passion

So goeth this chalice

Keep Change Turn

He couldn't Keep me in his mind

I kept getting out

escaping to other parts

so he had to do 

what anyone might do

he Changed me

into something not

the embodiment to all his fantasies

all his prayers

every word he's ever not spoken

he changed me into just another

perhaps acquaintance

perhaps will be around

when finally he Turned 

to see what he had done

he realized I was already divided into a million fractals

marvel no more

no more anomalous seeing of your god

your own words

Turned

A no-man's land of wrong math

Unowned

Love is not mine to own

Nor is it yours.

It is not own-able

so save your indigence

 when someone else comes along

takes it for a ride;

when someone else slips into your life 

or to mine.

Unowned;

an airy intangible.

The form and shape of your intransigent will

is no match

be rather still

and breathe 

and in this surrender,

love 

be.

Carousel

Have we stepped out of Stepford?

Too late to go back?

Since I'm the pillar of a carousel 

and you are all my wild horses,

our love the golden ring

holding us?

Do I know fifty shades of way-too-much

to then close it, and place it in the other book's jacket?

Or behind Happy-ever-after Castle

does the moat turn to gold coins

your old beat up car into white unicorn

and you and I swim together

into a rainbow?

Am I to believe this is what happiness looks like?

If you ask me- I've never been happier.

The linchpin of these lies holds together

in a complicated fashion;

once false move, 

this bridge goes London south

and

the version of this story where an ellipsis replaces real life

leaves a lot to the imagination.

Do I rename the town?

Pretend to see unicorns in some fairy distance

and let my horses drown?

replace my free ring for the other?

Right

It's like following a flashing arrow

Everything about you tells me to go around

Pass on the side

Go right

Yet here I am 

Bathed in intermittent yellow light

Space

Don't fall in love with me

Fall in space
he said
but it was too late...
we are all falling in space
but you sir
have fallen in love.

Don't fall in love with me
Fall asleep
he said
but it was too late...
that dream you thought you were having
savoring yourself
in daylight
that was love

and he had already fallen
and not asleep;
He had fallen, and not into space.

If You Were

I'd never trade all the songs

And all the delicious wrongs

For just one

but

If you were the one

To give me a new sung solitude

We could both sing

I'd play your favorite tune

Reharmonized each time

to the tone of our love alone

And together

expand on a theme

Odes and Sonnets

Only you upon it

and that Fierce Fifth of Freedom

no longer so urgent

A Perfect Second

instead

If you were the bookmark

in every book I've ever read

The signature of a timeless melody

If you 

were for me

Dust

Come, come early babe

to sweep up love and other dust

you sing to me your long song

until what you came to get is got

and go

but leave not

Stay me 

longer love

Do not part me 

like the echoes of notes in a rest

Do not hand me in

like a finished test

Do not fail me

like a test of trust

and leave me here to clean

this love and other dust

Oh Sun

Paint the world Orange Gold

Drip vibrance on each tree tip

Wake me with your love of the world

Drown me in your Copper adoration

Oh Sun

Find Another

You strike some chord in me

And I say

Play on, Write on, Sing on

She will find another love

How will I find another Maestro?

Once

Once

 A Golden shell 

travelled lifetimes to find you at the shore

Thrown back

to thwart the idea of an enchaining desire

 just to prove your selfsame place 

same self placed

still in fluidity 

alone

How do you think that makes me feel?

My own purpose

each day moulded by this one endeavor

to find your dipped hand?

The soul is not a plaything

though

two souls at play are blended bliss

The heart is not a pink rubber ball

though

it bounces back when it falls

out of love

And what we have is not 

to be taken lightly

though

it has left me weightless

and what you throw back into the sea

will not show up again

that is for certain.

One Kiss

If you can't spend

one slow year

on my kiss,

Try again next year

Whole

Is that what it felt like

to you?

Like falling in love?

Stays In...

Meet me in a cloud and together let's rain on the earth

Be my Extra Terrestrial lover

Because what happens in heaven...

How?

If there wasn't a hole

how did I get it?

After Me

Every life takes with it so many secrets

That's why I'm leaving them all to you

For you to find

After me

and understand the importance of

my own propriety

My flying monkeys circling the tower

Golden apple under glass

Central pillar of rubies holding up the stars

or

at least as I have always felt these things

as urgencies

There will always be another me for you

my love

Just be patient

True Colors

He shows his true colors

Over and over again

I need to stop being so colorblind

To Hold

It's hard to hold a cup of miracles

Confession

You got it off your chest

To heave it on mine

Pushed me into the arms of art

Slow

Explore me in slow motion

Pretend

Pretend you're not me for a second

and do opposite of every instinct

Left where I would go right
blind eye where I would cherish sight
loosen your grip where I would need tight

and perhaps

this one heart can walk itself away

break clean down the middle

like a locket

and still beat half whole alone

...or stay

Seeing The Good

I see the good in people

Good face catches rays

Gleams streams bright

I can't see that the ghost is cobweb caught in the light

So I love the good

The hidden good

Even the expired good

Once inside

I never intend on loving the bad ones

Yet here we sit in triage

as I deftly apply more pressure

gently stroke his face

poultice on a poltergeist

and try to change another one

Lost Rebellion

Oh and what you have done

This is the lost rebellion

On your treasure map

the cruel calculating warrior

who wiped me out like a culture

to move onto fairer tides

fairer brides

But read these mournful words

for there will be many epic stones turned for you

But I don't mean any of them

They are what I am supposed to feel

but instead 

I feel light

I have become pure energy

bright

and your low ways follow the floor

spilled oil

and I'll use this fuel to write songs

about how sad I'm supposed to feel

losing someone like you

you stupid catalyst