mourning the passing of winter
goodbye to the crisp air
the long nights
the warmth that must come from within
so long snuggly flannel sheets
well worn flannel pajamas
so long so long
gone is the icy scent of snow
gone the sweet scent of fire
off in the distance.
I already miss you
twinkling lights and
I miss the song of winter
the coming on of spring
and summer
the coming on of warm
possibilities
despite your long days
your hot and humid days
I am thankful to see you
arriving again
like nothing happened
what a year can bring you
where a year can take you
how a year will make you
mourn the passing of winter
Help you to continue to float
But just barely
I'm not trained in these matters
hunger pang
growing pain
candy cane
vampire fangs
lover's lane
let's go hang
what's yer name
weather vane
out with a bang
go insane
tame your mane
wax and wane
summer's rain
all in vain
intrusive thoughts
invade down time
like a swarm of bees
dip down into
outrageous notions
and harmful harmless plots
to off the star of
a one man play
the result can be
a loser who can't
tell the difference between
a hug and a threat
a promise and a bribe
a relationship and a hostage situation
dry it up
how I cringe when I think of those words
he's in the front seat
i'm sobbing in the back
d r y i t u p
if only i could
if only that would fix everything
if i could dry it up
i would
little pink mini-tab
half a hit
and sleep washes over me
benedryl induced slumber
is all i get these days
and midnight is
way too late
if i think i'm really gonna
make it
in the sunshine
speaking of...
darker mornings
make for longer naps
and fighting dreams
incorporating
bells and whistles
and cuckoo clocks
to justify
five
more
minutes...
ssnnnnnzzzzzzzzzzz
missyou
i'm everything,
but i mean everything,
you thought you'd lost
but you can't have me
i am unavailable to you
out of your reach
not what you need
not black
not white
not yes
not no
far beyond tomorrow
not quite reaching yesterday
i'm all of it
all that escaped you
every remembrance of
a cigarette smoked
and crushed
and embers glowed
every instance of
a page read
and crushed
and plots thickened
every morning of
a glass of milk spilled
and crushed
and tears shed
every flutter of
a brown eye winking
and crushed
and blinking back tears
every dream
reflecting
tomorrow into
yesterday
every thought
reflecting
me into
you
i've got
what you
lost
are you looking
are you missing
are you
there?
it's like the way you tapped the glass and pointed at me
and your hand looked like i always remembered
always something about your hands
that somehow you touched me
more than you had before.
i mean, there had always been some wall...
my fault, i know,
but this glass
so real
so permanent
and talking on a phone
more face to face
than ever before
so nothing would ever be the same
and it was just too late
it was just too late
how many blemishes do you have?
aside from this one on my chin
there is you
and my twenties
and that one stop sign ticket
because the rest have fallen off of my record
and the one on my chin is clearing up really
by tomorrow you won't even be able to see it
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