In the morning
When I would use the word try
Like a sleepy baby
Like about to get high
Like the soft release of a tired moist hand
Like my hair stuck to your face and neck in strands
Dna in watery panic waves
Like if you stayed
It wouldn’t be this way
Pushing your mouth
Trying to squeeze words out
That truthfully ill probably never cheat you
Out of
You know
You know
You know
You know everything.
You fit under my skin
You strike those different
Color-keys
Your fingers flying off your arms
To see her covers underneath
The sky the sky the sky
Its you when it moves
And it moves to me
Play me off strong
That kind of melody
That was always so lost in that
You in me
Poor poor little girl crying outside
Waiting for warms winds and her baby to
Dry dry dry
All out of my face
It strains to define that blurry motion
I try to make
To get back.
Chasing the time it took
The time that takes
It rips it out and takes its place
And im sorry you have to see near me
When my heads full of you watching me
In a dream
Like a beautiful diamond cove
Deep into the fog swamp
Where nobody goes
Youll sink youll sink right through
And suffocate where I hold you
Right out of the road
Little baby
Right smack into my home
Little lady
Shes a plastic machine in a greenhouse
My love my love my love
Is an old red couch
Looking perfect in that light
Like a picture frame
You’ve had your whole life
The subtle inclusion
Cries oh jesus Christ
Its so different so different
And its never got right
I took all the pieces
Of that window
And I put them together
So I could break through again
And if it was dumb I know
That im not the only one
Whose ever done anything
I couldn’t even keep a pretty boy amazed
I know I know I know
Its way too late
And theres nothing to even save
But I still keep my side of the deal
And I hold it like my bones
And I pretend that this poems real
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