there was a buzz

an electric hum

of this midwest dome

and with magic marker

we wrote songs

on each others skin

we performed what we had written

the sound of two chords

in the field

alone

together

as the feedback

made everything fuzzy

and we walk home

late for dinner

early for life

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

when i melt it is not for you

it is for me

the hot wax

dripping from my heart

only hurts for a second

and the pain

makes the pain

go away

the way i make myself twist

and turn

like a pretzel

that you share with someone

like an ordinary bite

the way i have made you

in my mind

makes me wonder

what a mind is for

to trick the heart

or to do its bidding

i do irrational things

and make art out of it

and it makes art out of me

i do not want it any other way though

everything that is open

lets everything in

and out

no

when i melt it is not for you

it is for me

for you, i burn

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

you took a picture

and then

it took you

for all you thought you were worth

but you have no idea

what these dreams cost

a kiss

on the lips

of an invisible god

love

just in time

to save us

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

i have arms all along my tracks
the tissue that runs through magnetic strips
they don’t even call them tapes anymore
the bouncing lights that let us know
if things are gonna be alright
if what we were really trying to say
would come across
the sounds that escape the atmosphere
and penetrate the night
the words that escape our lips
and write themselves in magic marker

there were lists that we made
and never wrote down
there were songs that will never mean anything else
than what they meant
when we heard them
in a car
in a field
in a time we never imagined would pass
until it did

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

i have been shot

out of the barrel of a gun

like the pressure needed to react

and a million flowers had to explode

to make us remember

that we are still here

stars there

above your head

giving birth to the night

bring me back to myself

closer to you

i know you can make it happen

that I can make it happen

that it’s already happened

so many times before

and so many times after

there is a swirl of light

around our heads

and around our hearts

reminding you

reminding me

that we are still here

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

when i think of you

we are underwater

not all the way

but mostly

our hands wet in july

slippery enough

to reach just about anything

as long as we don’t hold on too tight

it was before i left town

for the first time

our limbs

brushed against each other

first accidentally

and then on purpose

so much purpose

the little that covered us

came off

everything

turned on

your legs finally

wrapped around mine

to keep yourself afloat

to keep both of us floating

as they waited for us by the shore

both of them

almost able to see

wondering what we were doing

knowing what we were doing

they didn’t matter

nothing mattered

except the way the sky kept falling

into the quarry

and that song kept playing in my head

it was a blue light

that was coming from your body

smooth as a star

the sparks kept shooting

out of you

into me

into me

out of you

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

there are so many reasons
not to have any reason
just to feel our way along

the places that need to be touched
the places that haven’t been noticed

singing like the sun
from just behind the clouds

i don’t want to capture you
i wanna free you up
feel you up
feel me grow up

but not quickly
not all at once
in time
to the beat of a heart

each of our flowers
has its petals
to be pressed
to be opened

the keys that make the notes that make the song

a hidden passage
triggered
by gentle persuasion

all we ask is to be seen
and understood
if only for a night
or for a quick lifetime

a second and third glance
now
from across the room

we are both hiding

inside expectation
we are reaching for something
and we don’t know what it is

there is a field of stars
between the tables
where both of us sit

we revolve around our own heart
our own sun
our practical galaxies

stealing glances
at gunpoint
taking prisoners
of thought and desire

i don’t care who he is
and right now
you don’t care either

maybe you will later
maybe because he is human
with thoughts and fears
maybe that will be enough
to make you want to care
tonight
when the room is almost dark

it is what it is
a suggestion of infinite sorrow
and limited pleasure

the angles on our faces
suggest a shape of things to come

and there are my hands
inside my thoughts
extending themselves

along the plains
of driftless skin
golden expanses of wide open spaces
pastures of radiant wheat
which hide below the surface

i often brush against things that may not be there

we are placed in rows
along this highway of space and time
dotted with the imperfect perfection
our ageless souls
and your endless curves

i want to take every road
you have to offer
to see the sunset inside your pacific eyelids
shutting out the day
and opening up the night

the whole universe
inside the tips of our fingers
to make us feel

as if

we have been here before
as if

we will be here again

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)

we can’t forget to be reckless

in our old new age

not for the sake of danger

but for the sake of life

which is meant to be on the edge

even though there is no edge

even though

where we walk there is no ground

only the thoughts that catch our feet

the steps

up a spiral staircase

that makes us spin so fast

we have no choice

but to take flight

(Source: disembodiedpoetics)