feel my fingers run up your spine,
hear the symphony of heartstrings cry 
crescendo.
the ache of the brimming guitar solo!
find your frets in the veins of my neck.
and inside me it will stay.

i'm pulling you around to the back door, 
and i'm guiding you through my parent's home, 
yea, my heart on tip toe.
what unburdened children we are,  
and the beer in our stomachs is warming the blood in our cheeks.  
and the tv is on,
we don't know why.
it's 2 am and this town 
is mine.


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i've got logic enough to sell it. and i could start a religion but i'd never believe it. 
i've got ideas but would you love and feel for it?
well, i need some help. some daydream comotions.
i need distractions, time n' space make it so open.

so i was shooting up stars in the milky-way's pulsing arm
what a heavenly body, with such heavenly charm...

i got a sea wind do.
peaceful eyes drag purple sighs.
show my sun kissed skins.

maybe they'll believe yo soy, 
descendant of the iroquois
 
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it was the instance
there were no bounds.
you dipped me back into the sweep of my feet above the uncut grass, then,
my toes in the air,
and my hair 
in the dirt,
on the swing set of my childhood.
you guided me into that moment,
boosting me above the the branch raised too high,
so that my arms and legs can embrace it at once,   i,
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i wish i could tell you how intimately i rest upon the thighs of mother nature.
how the nectar of youth makes me so drunk.
the mama of life, all things growing, moving, changing.
all things, growing tired,
needing sleep,
i want to fall asleep in a crib of intertwined apple orchards.
i am intimately vulnerably asleep.

i am certain, i am lost.  where is the ocean of sisterhood?  the boiling sea we bathe in together, and the coy gestures of intimate kindness. the factor that was supposed to bind us together, that intangible knowledge we have.  you could watch us, see us learn wisdom, it's osmosis.  when our eyes trace the floor, reading invisible manuscipts, ( Read more... )

two skeleton hands are trying to replace my ribs..
tryin to contain the muscular fist
of my chest,
though it's been pounding on those old broken wrists.
hopin they'll tighten the pulleys of my heartstrings,
my wishful thinking, anatomy, defense.

i can't turn my brain off.
what can, tastes absolutely terrible.

i fell asleep in the hot shade of the afternoon.
i wanted to draw out the sun from that velvet skin.
but i fell into the smooth cool rivers washing over my back,
and landed in my slick summer sheets.
winding currents gathering up my hair,
peeling its stick off the back of my neck.
old gold-en melodies, conducting the rhythm,
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but i never intended all this madness
never.
and nobody really understood.
how could they?
that all i ever wanted was to bring them
something great.
why does nothing ever turn out like it should?

well, WHAT THE HECK!
i went and did my best.
and by god
i really tasted something swell.
and for a moment, why,
i even touched the sky,
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