just wanted to
move out of the space
you came into from above
i couldn’t just select all
of my old memories
that i want to erase
completed versions in front
written over old stories
hand in every little thing
you do to stop me from
hurting myself again
the hillside talks at night
while you smoke your lungs out
i just needed to remember
your ironic phrases
from the tip of your tongue
to the bottom of my shoes
with closed hands you struck me
down to the cold river bottom
i still shiver a little
when i hear your name in passing
my teeth still chatter
when cold water goes down
the back of my neck
how do you expect me
to pack up everything
act like it never happened
it’s so hard to forget
but i just wanted to
hold your hand and tell you
there are things i regret

soon, but not soon enough

i haven’t been feeling great
about the world at large
and what’s at stake

you think if i choose to ignore
the people yelling at my door
it’ll stop the next great war

if the tv just stays unplugged
no more consistent heavy buzz
will everyone stop feeling unloved

i could even walk to your place
walk a mile or two to see your face
there must be easier ways to touch base

one day they’ll be no bad news
just the weather man in a poncho
to give us all our raining blues

a just cause

i’ve got nothing here left to give
my old blood has turned hard and smooth
but the memories i had of you
well they remain tired and true
as the sun sets upon my final day

maybe old blue skies are dull
to those who have lost touch
with the whims of yesterdays
and the promises of new futures
soon to come to your doorway

set off my dear friend
for there might just be an end
to the last breath you take
on any given broken day
that leads you to the point

i’m breaking in