every sentence a failure

A slant rhyme is all I can give;

          a half-truth is all I'll get.

Forward to Exhibit: II

Why do you paint?
For exactly the same reason I breathe.
That’s not an answer.
There isn’t any answer.
How long hasn’t there been any answer?
As long as I can remember.
And how long have you written?
As long as I can remember.
I mean poetry.
So do I.

The Most Beautiful Things

Show us all what grace can mean;

              all of what I might be.

(closeyoureyescallitescape)

We'll run away from everything.

and the moon once it stopped was sleeping

. . .                            one day          it will            unroot us

one day        the wind        will tally        our losses


but        not yet             the moon        not yet

The Anxiety of Coincidence

 I took dictation only from you, 
for whom verbs were nothing and tense 
everything.

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

This year, to save me from years,
I'll give it to someone special.

Never.

“To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.”

This Will All Make Perfect Sense Someday

To all the hearts I've broken
and the ones that once broke mine--
I've got suspicions all will be forgiven in time.

here it goes

I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.

Coda

She said " i think i'm going to Boston,
                i think i'll start a new life
                i think i'll start it over where no one knows my name---

                i'll get out of California; i'm tired of the weather
                i think i'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain.

i think i'm going to Boston

i think that I'm just tired--

I think I need a new town to leave this all behind

I think I need a sunrise;

I'm tired of the sunset

I hear it's nice in the summer...

some snow would be nice. "