Monday, August 30, 2010

And then there was March.


A shift of the eyes to the left
and down
or no contact at all.
Face down
buried in your pillow
you mutter "everything is fine".
This conversation
over.
It's like trying to hold smoke.
I can't keep
you
can't keep your word.
Kid,
you've got no follow through
and
somehow
though I spelled it out
just for
you
somehow manage to
fuck it up
every goddamn time.

Recalling January.


Try as I might to
lift these weights of the past
to look ahead
to
lightness
to falling up
a likeness
to smiles like skylines
and bright eyes.
A set of limbs that welcome home.
To distance
measured in minutes
not weeks
or messages held in palm.
It's been a long time coming
from end to end.
Ends meet
we arrive somewhere in
between.
I raced to the airport
for a kiss like catharsis.
He put words in my mouth
and thoughts in my head,
brought down his own creation.
Make me no promises.
Put forth words into action,
or render useless.
The truth is
I've been waiting
for you to let the light in.
Where we meet is
where the lightness begins.



Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Paradise Springs


I could make an entire album composed of photos of Luke
being caught off guard at this point in time.