you can’t help me
if you ‘re the one that hurt me
i am responsible
for following the tone set forth
by thee
and i am responsible
yes for following it
and as well for the echo
but the past is the past
and i’ve made some changes
but new tones discordant
try as i may
are nonetheless discordant
and change can be a mighty process
all the while blood must come
from somewhere
my plan may not be popular
but its the path of least resistance
within the tone set forth
and no one should be harmed
if we’re all on the same page
and most shall gain
for oft what seems like a problem
is simply a misunderstanding
in a myriad of pathways
to where we’re trying to get
my plan may not be popular
but i’ve taken everything into consideration
and this should get us there
they said many things
they kept it artful
but only time will tell
what it really means
even if they already know
you can see the rail winds
up through the valley that seems to rise
such that you’d call it a mountain, the way it seems to reach the sky
we little people can only see so high
and where the rail disappears
into the sunset
you’d bet that’s where you’d get
strapped down on the locomotive yet
ordering coffee or tea, and trying to get some sleep
even though its the middle of the day
while you imagine for what it is your saving and why for not now
but for late
but of course you counter balance
with Libra somewhere in the sky
what if further ahead there’s a bridge
that’s broken
where you die
how can the rails past the sunset
be as here as now where you’ve been set
and yet all these years you’ve been waiting
to see past the sunset
you want to count to speed it up
because you just can’t wait
but alas, the rails dictate
that physics are greater
and especially the physics of time
greater than what you will in your mind
for as soon as you sat down in the chariot
you gave up your footing
and you got in line
they mentioned the rails go far
and the fascination of touching something here that is also there
they kept it artful
the understood it well
and sometimes they looked concerned
and they checked to see how fast things were coming along
I’d guess they were a straight couple
they paraded lightly down the steps
she tapped his ass
she grabbed his ass
his hand flicked hers away
they got to the bottom
and she wrapped her arms around him
from behind
and lifted him
Up
she seemed bigger and stronger than a match for him
life is pretty like that sometimes
I guessed that the train would arrive by the time I finished writing this about them hence all of these extra words trying to extend the length of time it takes to write this poem about this couple
It’s still not here, to be honest
just a dark mark
this pretty room of yours
white and splash of rose
for a split second he observes
the observer
then inverted
nowhere to hide
two very different lives
all this crescendo
culminates in an empty night
he’s taming the wild
he’s taming the wild
who’s framing the tame
but only for a second
because he’s wild
and all the land is beautiful
and all the land is just
but worlds within worlds
must
find order
his skin upon his skin
they lay here, slain, for a while
he’s framing the tame
he’s taming the wild
I loved film school, and I will make films, but I am not a filmmaker.
I’m a maker.
And sometimes you make films.
And sometimes you make cakes.
And sometimes you make middle school students laugh.
And sometimes you make a mess.
Huge breakthrough.
base on your reaction
I can formulate
that they say I am too
much
too inspired
that all of this passion
can lead to depression
which doesn’t exactly rhyme.
when I wake up
I wonder if it is because
of increased potential for disappointment
Or because what goes up must come down
I suppose I can deal
With the former
Because one of my passions
Is to reduce disappointment
I suppose I can deal
With either.
