How can I explain it to you?
Some people attach themselves to memories
without ever really walking into your life.
Life changing presences
are rarely around for the long haul.
After all, the long haul is for safe people who don't make history
Not your daddy.
I would have risked the homewrecking
And broken vows
Even now when I look in your eyes.
It could have been far more complicated
if I wasn't such a safe person
and if he wasn't the kind of man
I hope you'll be someday.
I can't pretend I'm not hurt. I can't pretend I don't care. And yet I know when a time's come.
Songwriters with demons as big as Wyoming
and rain falling though late evening summer sun
will always make me think of your daddy
And how bad I am at goodbye.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
These fingers will be your undoing.
Your cotton shirt has pearl-front snaps
and you jeans are buttoned.
(in need of a wash)
Your wallet has worn a square into the back pocket.
Always with a belt
Keys on one of the loops.
Glasses and a hat-maybe a watch.
No- leave that on.
Piled on the kitchen floor.
That's how I picture it
Don't try to stay your breathing.
These fingers will be your undoing.
and you jeans are buttoned.
(in need of a wash)
Your wallet has worn a square into the back pocket.
Always with a belt
Keys on one of the loops.
Glasses and a hat-maybe a watch.
No- leave that on.
Piled on the kitchen floor.
That's how I picture it
Don't try to stay your breathing.
These fingers will be your undoing.
Homewrecker.
I see fathers
with children I'm glad aren't mine.
Always torn between stillness
and the motion of idealism
Too selfish to choose
and too stubborn to forget.
with children I'm glad aren't mine.
Always torn between stillness
and the motion of idealism
Too selfish to choose
and too stubborn to forget.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
3 piece suit.
I can't imagine endless days.
I can't take on forever
without cynicism.
Too much happens in one minute
to commit to anything more.
Now is all I can
(and all I will ever)
be able to offer.
This is not fear.
I'm not proud enough for that anymore.
I can't take on forever
without cynicism.
Too much happens in one minute
to commit to anything more.
Now is all I can
(and all I will ever)
be able to offer.
This is not fear.
I'm not proud enough for that anymore.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
When you left, I started drinking.
Everyone should have their heart broken
At least once.
Demolition is the easy part.
It's rebuilding that takes time.
At least once.
Demolition is the easy part.
It's rebuilding that takes time.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tennessee
I look at the photographs you sent me almost every day.
There's a vision I always have
of you sitting behind the wheel
while I pretend to sleep
In between daydreams
and the waking sting of discovery
I watch your taut shoulders
Your hat is pulled back
and your shirt is dusty
Soft smile
Windows rolled down
Body quieted
The ache and need
Replaced with a warm glow
It will always haunt me.
Not your touch-
Your absence.
There's a vision I always have
of you sitting behind the wheel
while I pretend to sleep
In between daydreams
and the waking sting of discovery
I watch your taut shoulders
Your hat is pulled back
and your shirt is dusty
Soft smile
Windows rolled down
Body quieted
The ache and need
Replaced with a warm glow
It will always haunt me.
Not your touch-
Your absence.
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