i did the brave thing

and she never looks back

rounding that corner

like today's tomorrow

where does that leave me

always looking

door cracked open

unable to goodbye

let alone

say it

every day is connected with a kiss, it's the little sun where schedule and play orbit and spin ( Read more... )

hot air balloonin' past mondays as big as kansas.

just need a stretch of yellow brick for runway
and a runaway to emerald winks and the wisdom of straw.

the wizard gives gifts that were already there,
maybe he's just re-gifting that which we thought we gave all away.

who knows the way home
only that it's someone
else's

and elevator me unto the depths | ||

without i tether on

weak winded, where the swayest impulse echoes among hope's sails

sending me in circles

even then, 'tis only enough to whirlpool

the usual hunger

of birdsong and buried treasure.

but all i do is ride in circles
round round that table

with chivalry alive
and me, dead inside.

the ladies love the armor
but can't say words for proper burial.

magic was to be my mistress
but my tongue is too ill-esteemed

to lady in the lake that kiss...

for if i stay my steed in indoor dwelling ( Read more... )

to throw into the ring
but my hair isn't complaining

it's weather vaning some other direction
where mermaids of the road swoon sing and complete

their own pulp version of sex in the west
i'm just the designated drowner in pandora's sea

with every immoral compass gone cardinal
hope is stuck fishing on this lone stretch of empty box

when the actual person was standing right in front of me
i was no goblin king juggling baubles of possibilities

just a 14 year old again crushing on Jennifer Connelly's Sara
waiting for her words of rescue if ever she needed me...