everytime i use the second bathroom in my house i always think of you
how our hands met over screen windows that night you were saying goodbye
that very pure moment between you and i
oh so long ago
we were just kids... but i remember the warmth of your hand like it was yesterday
my feet are cold tonight
makes me think of that one kangaroo i once knew
you sat on my feet once upon a time on that couch in san diego
we talked about big things, big music, tomorrow days for you and your band
i think about how this evening just unfolded for me and this new rectangle
i just rode the wave, experiencing whatever might come next
i'm no fortune teller
no psychic friend
just a listener
company to all the new rhythms
just a dancer in this epic song
pirouettes during nightmare and the cat as sweet trust and i take pictures of each other
and my western ave has returned from the other side of the pond
they look good
like something of yesterdays
realities i once lived
on some other cloud on another rainy day
the rectangle talks about his magic kids, his super hero abilities
we shoot the shit over snap bracelets and jamesons
we talk divorce and finding a way to breathe anyway
death, birth, marriage, and divorce
those are something of majorness we surmised
it was stuff of human connection
so yearned for it after my last episode
yeah life is good
life is grand
serving up eggs and bacon
just how i like it, with sourdough toast on the side
hashbrowns extra crispy
and with the ketchup
i still paint that forever face and his little scars that sit upon his smile
gots to
i'm no liar
he still shines
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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