two days with no sleep, this is how we always meet
tired old routine seems I'm always trying to
catch time escaping like a thousand worries fireflies
tell me, what could satisfy us?
us-now tall with silence
bottle of whiskey
crown of leather
chains of wasps and feathers
this stopped being light the second
you whispered to me low after
hours of traffic jams and phone calls
that only led to disappointment
answer the phone.
teeth born to talk but they chatter
as i try to let things
slide easy off my tongue
guilt has been weighing down on me, see
i killed a bear.
you laughed at me and changed the subject to misanthropy
you said, "sometimes i still believe the only good
reason for poetry is sadness,
then i realized i can no longer get angry
unless i'm shaking my fake fists on stage
at some invisible murderer,
false tongue of rage blaming the circumstances -
if only you'd been there to see me fall,
the glory of retrospect and spoken word.
you said "oh god, i used to wrap my arms up in tangled oak
no room to move,
lungs filled with smoke,
tossing out words like rescue rope,
blinded by the dark nights sky,
gravity is not on our side,
the only pull that holds me back
from grabbing at the past."
i said, yeah i know, those flickering lights can draw you in
seems sometimes there is a city up there, but i can promise you
there is nothing to find by looking up into that dark pit of sky
misery is grounded and so it becomes difficult to stop floating
but once your feet touch the dirt, feet born to walk,
remember we are here to move forward!
regret can be a slippery slope i said in a voice
fragmented over the telephone
i regret nothing.
except that time i feel out of a tree,
i wouldn't take back anything,
unless you count the times i lied-
and i never believed in fate,
but i know coincidences can pile up
and i didn't mean to compare you slithering snakes,
we all make mistakes
but i never should have
listened to your false advertisements and no-
i wouldn't paint the highway traffic lines to send
cars streaming in the wrong direction
with you one more time.
and if i could, i'd have never jumped
naked and drunk into that
frozen lake -
because of these things i nearly drowned
and i'm scared of heights
i regret it all, yes all of it
if it means that picking up a pen and putting
honesty down in ink takes a second thought.
regret, is a slippery slope.
what i mean to say is that momentum gathers,
and gravity is the only thing
that keeps you from grabbing at the past
hang up the phone.
teeth born to talk but they chatter
as i try to let things
slide easy off my tongue,
guilt has been weighing down on me,
see,
i killed a bear with my grisly bare hands
i lured him with honey and glimpsed his kind eye
i don't feel bad
he could have done something
he was bigger than me
but there is something heavy
about taking so much beauty out of the world
to satisfy one unreasonable appetite
eyes shut tight with glue
if only you knew
if only you'd been there to see me fall
from glory
humbled by Saviour and time.
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