Procrastination Song

Procrastination Song:

Oh, I am just three women,
dancer, painter, mathematician
and the music that I move to
now I know is played by you.

Will you be my knight in armor,
or are you mired in the muck?
I'm so sorry mister, mister,
but I cannot lift you up.

For you know I'm just two women,
both a lady and a tramp.
I will bat my lashes sweetly,
and then mark you with my stamp.

No I cannot bend to greet you,
lift you up and bring me down,
but I'll kneel in the mud beside you;
roll around, roll around.

Now I am just one woman,
raven-haired, toes in the sea,
and when I first felt those cold waters,
I knew that they flowed for me.

I will kiss your muddied lashes
while we're wading in the muck,
'til you gather all your courage;
lift us up, lift us up.

Cheap Suit

Thats a cheap suit.
    But it fits you well.

Quarks

My yawning radii, tired bones distressed.

Three quarks for a muster mark;

yours pullin from far away.

Rotten Banana Bite

when i kicked out you bit at my foot - 

making a mark with your teeth that bruised but didn’t break the skin.

A rotten banana bite.

      the kind that spoils all the insides but leaves the peel intact and faded.

Sunday

“And Peace be with you,” he said on Sunday.

Early.

To the girl with the amber eyes. Somber. Amber.

Who didn’t know why she was there.

Except that his hand was warm.

And I had a dream

And I had a dream of sand and rocks. 

Tumbling, tumbling, my head my heart. 

And into it all I was swallowed. 

Completely. 

Which river is yours? Which branch is mine? 

Which tree bows down for the queen as she passes; 

the queen you’ll take and leave mine broken.

Ashes.

Cracked mouth

I wrote that song in december. It doesn’t apply anymore.

But no one believes words from a cracked mouth healed.

not mine.

Memory saves the gash in the corner.