three stools down
her litany of i loves
has left me speechless.
what is one to say when seated
alone at the bar
of a restaurant that is meant
to be shared?
although i wrote this a good nine months ago, it feels like something i'm still learning.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
after the rain talk [spencer silby]
After rain talk
the street is dry
In the act you smile
as obvious as dominance
crushing backbone
tracing jawline vertigo
So help me dear
I don't know why
(the view is rough
on standards lost
to mass appeal)
I thought I did but
power failed and
specialists left town
with nothing special
On the way back
I told a story
and caught you
staring into space
Absent where you
shouldn't be
Tired when it only
gets symbolic and
produces more of the same
I can't verbalize
what you don't allow
I can't answer what you
suffered long ago
I was thinking
you look good
in a raincoat made of
fabric that's invisible
I was thinking
the weather is bad
with no meaning equal to
a cloud we can't
escape from
I was thinking
words are falling and
we're lucky to survive
the street is dry
In the act you smile
as obvious as dominance
crushing backbone
tracing jawline vertigo
So help me dear
I don't know why
(the view is rough
on standards lost
to mass appeal)
I thought I did but
power failed and
specialists left town
with nothing special
On the way back
I told a story
and caught you
staring into space
Absent where you
shouldn't be
Tired when it only
gets symbolic and
produces more of the same
I can't verbalize
what you don't allow
I can't answer what you
suffered long ago
I was thinking
you look good
in a raincoat made of
fabric that's invisible
I was thinking
the weather is bad
with no meaning equal to
a cloud we can't
escape from
I was thinking
words are falling and
we're lucky to survive
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