Window Rap

2 AM
You listen to
The songs of city tower blues
And also you try hard to stay awake for opportunity
Of night and day and brain and others' unity unity.
Cuz the room is bathed in slate
And you stayed up very late
And you're still up very late
Or maybe early
It is curly
Yes it is
the singer's hair
To whom you're listening
The pavement's glistening
In streetlamp light of suburbia
I guess at heart I'm a country girl
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Summary

double canvas paves the compass needle swinging, cuts my world
in half and tick tick time is singing look at how events unfurled
map frame doesn't seem to cut it, no, you must put on a show
girl dance for us and we will judge your skills do nothing, then we go
for ice cream's good but bread is better but not with butter not with butter
up we swing till our universe dings to show its ready for our lies.

August

September
The busy
revel in
the rush
October
The lonely
weep in
the rain
November
We all
Try hard to give thanks
Through the bitter cold
Though the fire smold-
ers
Though we're getting old-
er.
Decemeber
She sees
her breath
On the
Win-dow-sill
Jan-
Uary
unwanted
fee-
lings in him
fester still.
Feb...ruary
we know the stor-
y from ano-
ther poem
So what if the ink spills on our page and we can't write of how we sob?
Or..
what if we don't want to remember how our hearts throb....
Each time we sing
Of March
And of parades in the morning
Recalling the harsh
Double whistle ding bang tick tock Ring.
April we stand on our porches and won-
der
How strange it is when one thing causes ano-
ther
to o-
ccer.
tis human...

you know,

to
err.
SaidHeToHer.
May brings
the factory smoke,
TheBrokenGlass,
in the window panes of
that old sweatshop/department store
So tell me
Call you tell me
What in June we are fighting
for?
So yeah
the geraniums which
all the neighbors
have.
they bloom and turn
grey
in my crazy dreamland way.
July
I found a closet
with ballet costumes
It was a green
Car-pet-ed room
and I barely even remember...
so it might have been ....
September
The busy
Revel in the rush...

internal workings

Guess what?
(What?)
Oh, you know, you're inside my head.
(You're getting excited over nothing)
So what?
(Nothing's going to come of this)
You're no fun.
(Life isn't always fun)
Well I can at least tell some people...
(Keep your mouth shut for once in your life)
......You know my greatest fear, then?
(Yes, and I agree)
But--
(He probably has a girlfriend)
I could knock her out of the picture in a second!
(Don't let this go to your head)
Yeah, well, all's fair in love and war...
(You've never even liked that saying)
It never applied to me. It's different now.
(Nothing's different)
Don't you get it? It's fate.
(No, it's desperation causing your mind to assume destiny out of a small coincidence.)
Oh, shut up.

Diminishing

Water droplets from the once-green ripe wild cherries hang by a thread
The wheelbarrow (black, this time) conquered by the invasive vine is slowly being crushed
The grass is like fall, like colors this time around
And I still don't know who I am.
But the sugar-plant still reaches tall and grows at amazing rates,
And the breeze is still light and calming and enlivening, though....
I still yearn to climb the strong cherry tree.
You know what I'm talking about.
Don't you?
The small treeling that yearned to grow with me when I was younger has been wrapped and choked by the reeds.
We tried to save it, yes, but it endeed up being a choice between it or me.
And who would rather save a tree?
So it is dead and gray but yet I live...
Reminded suddenly of the horrible beauty of this world.

Justice

1
2
3
4
No.
Stop.

Evidence

I cannot hide from them

Oh, no.

The winters pass

The wind

The snow.

And every

body

that I

know

Forgot

A lot

And on

They go

But I

do not

I tot-

ter here

on mountain-top

With risk

With fear

If fall do I

Then by-the-by

The breeze will sigh

You'll cover

your eyes

And

every

body

that I know

forgot

A lot

and on

they go.

Rotten

So what you do is this:
You gather all the missing parts of you
That you can find
And you search the inside of yourself
For things you can do without
Somewhat
And you take those out and place them with the former
And polish them up good
And you put them on a shelf for the world to see
And it's okay that you're hollow
And it's okay if you can't feel no more
Because at least people know who you are......
And what you've done.
And though it hasn't happened yet
Trust me, people will stop
And look
And say, hey, she's great!
Trust me
Even though it hasn't happened yet
It will
You just
Have
To keep
Waiting?

Phoenix

Do
You
Know
What's it's like
To want something so badly
That you're willing
To........
I'm tired of all this
All this running and trying and
I wish
I wish for fairy houses
And tree swings
When I'm by myself
But nothing can ever be like that again
Never the same
Until a fire burns it all to the ground
And we are reborn from the ashes
Just as naive as the first time around
And I ached for it all
Oh so very much.......
So I set the fire.
Do you understand?

Clatter and Buzz

Ah dunno
Maybe
I'll wash the
Dishes
Tomorrow and
Help to start
Ending what started my thinking as a
Circular kind of thing
Hope, honey,
Always hope, and turn the lights
On and
Sleep.