Listen to the Warm

People wanna say there's no nature in Newport. Thats fine. But when I'm standing in a patch of daisies and I see the moon and the sun and blue water that turns into blue sky all at the same time, I know I'm in the midst of something special. You don't have to have a forest in front of your face to listen to the warm.

Was it me?

I keep returning to our dead tree

I like sitting under our memories

the fire of fights burned all the leaves

leaving blankets of charcoal in the weeds

I rub the ash on my face 

and then my fingers on the lace

of the dress you said made me look angelic

which at the time I found pathetic 

I'm banging my head on our dead tree

hoping the trunk will knock my brain back to reality

or help me find clarity

we've been dead for so long

your spirit is gone

but I still sit there trying to make sense of what happened

make meaning of the murder

the murder of a living love

what caused the drought that made the love stop raining?

when was the moment that the clouds started to drift and we began to burn?

I can't remember the moment and I'm starting to worry it was me who lit the match

Should I have weathered the seasons?

Was I playing mother nature?

Did I light the fucking match?

I'm lying under our dead tree

and can't let that be my final memory

I wish I let us live to be paper and pencils

Wish we were still writing our story

A story we could have one day read to smaller trees that came from our seeds

Should I have weathered the seasons?

Was I playing mother nature?

Did I light the fucking match?

I'm tying a rope from a branch of our dead tree

Because I've done a lot of thinking in the ashes of our memories

I've taken the twigs and poked my skin and its clear I can no longer bleed

So I'm hanging on the thoughts of two tongues and four lips

I'm swinging back into bliss

when my pretty white lace was in your grip

when sweet summer sweat dripped down my spine

when ten fingers intertwined 

eyes shut tightly 

thighs opened slightly 

and flesh was pierced from eager teeth

yeah... that's when I could bleed

Should I weather the seasons?

Am I playing mother nature?

God, please tell me, was it me who lit the fucking match?

I know that it's pathetic

took me all this time to get it

yet I hope its enough to breath life back into your roots

I know I made you apathetic

but please be sympathetic

because my dying wish is for you to still remember me as angelic.  

Here Kitty Kitty

Several seconds had passed since either of them had spoken
She was staring at him with angry cat eyes
Like it was his turn to fill her saucer with cream
So he cleared his throat for the seventh time
As if to warn her that words would be falling from his mouth at any moment
When suddenly she sneezed
Breaking the trance of her feline persuasion 
And an avalanche of ideas came barreling towards his throat
He was ready to burry her with boulders of brilliance
      anecdotes he had been memorizing since grade-school
      hoping they would one day impress a creature as captivating as her
But the quake barely moved the Richter scale
And suddenly he found himself spellbound once more
The trance of her tiger eyes was so powerful 
It instantly solidified the magma of emotions erupting from his mind
But before his thoughts were completely crystalized
He managed to utter
"Bless you, darling"
Causing both her mouth and eyes to smile


I guess there is more than one way to skin a cat

playground

I left your heart at the park for other girls to play with...
I left you unattended 
for silly school girls to swing on you
and slip down your slide while giggling
sure, you told them no at first 
but it didn't take long before they were laying in your sandbox
ruining the castles we spent so long building


When people are ready
they change
but ready you were not
so I hopped off the seesaw 
and tried to walk away without looking back
leaving other girls to climb through the jungle gym of your childish mind
while you dangle with a white knuckle grip on the monkey bars of your empty convictions

she had these eyes that the whole town talked about

like they were magic

or dice

like if you rolled them you'd win money 

so you felt lucky just looking at her

and she was tripping over her own feet 

but to you it looked like dancing

and she had guitar strings for hair

so when she ran her fingers through the strands music played

she's chewing on ice and her nails and a straw

and when she blinks your heart stops

like a sneeze

god bless you

and all of a sudden she walks right up to you and says,

"hey watch this, I can lasso the stars and bring them down for us to play with."

and you believe her

because those eyes made gambling seem worth the risk

like you hit the jackpot

the coins are falling

deuces wild