The sun isn't even up yet
but the train is running,
shaking the walls
and the bed
and the earth beneath its
tracks.
The bells replace the birds
once the roads start to frost over
and the green glow
emanating from the trolley cars
precedes the yellow winter daylight.
Red eyes stare into the bathroom
mirror as the body leads itself out
the front door.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Sometimes on cloudy days,
you can look up into the
sky, through the haze and
see the shape of the noon sun.
Don't try on blue days.
Without the clouds,
the sun is free to graze on the whole sky
and its shape is undetectable.
If you look too long,
eventually you'll be staring at stars
and they're a whole different song.
you can look up into the
sky, through the haze and
see the shape of the noon sun.
Don't try on blue days.
Without the clouds,
the sun is free to graze on the whole sky
and its shape is undetectable.
If you look too long,
eventually you'll be staring at stars
and they're a whole different song.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Going Home
When we're grown ups,
bedtime will be togethertime.
No more long goodnights
in frozen air,
with numbing lips
and tousled hair.
Your bed and my bed
will be the same location
where our dreams will entwine
the way our legs will.
Our clothes will inevitably mix
in the generations-old dresser
whose top drawer I'll
struggle to reach.
Can you feel it?
We're grown-ups, almost.
Not quite.
bedtime will be togethertime.
No more long goodnights
in frozen air,
with numbing lips
and tousled hair.
Your bed and my bed
will be the same location
where our dreams will entwine
the way our legs will.
Our clothes will inevitably mix
in the generations-old dresser
whose top drawer I'll
struggle to reach.
Can you feel it?
We're grown-ups, almost.
Not quite.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Not like the song.
Your heart is a room
where my toes are never cold
where the furniture is always comfortable
where the lighting is just right.
Keep me there, with a love
that lasts the seasons,
and gives me all the reasons
to stay for a long, long while.
where my toes are never cold
where the furniture is always comfortable
where the lighting is just right.
Keep me there, with a love
that lasts the seasons,
and gives me all the reasons
to stay for a long, long while.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Seasonal
the sky is that
hazy shade of summer grey
that always tells you
to expect a shower later on.
It's vaguely similar
to the Boston winter mornings
whose afternoons turn
the whole world white.
Well, maybe not your world,
but certainly mine.
hazy shade of summer grey
that always tells you
to expect a shower later on.
It's vaguely similar
to the Boston winter mornings
whose afternoons turn
the whole world white.
Well, maybe not your world,
but certainly mine.
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