Rings Against A GlassLight comes from our hands.Our fingerprints will never fail usCalloused fingertips will handle what our palms cannot contain.I will not speak-I will not push the ground into my feetI will not leap in circles through a cloud of tangerineThis Agent Orange that haunts the dreams of all the menAnd every etching- every emberIn remembrance of the blasts,And aiming shots into her glass, and aiming shots into her glassAnd aiming shots into her glassIt glitters, golden in the dimmer lightsAnd littered through the dusty nightAnd bitter to the point of passing sequins through her eyesAnd aiming shots into her glass, and passing payments 'cross the pathAnd dusty hands whose light grows dimmer,Swimming circles in the ginAnd breathing in the gray, the choke paradeA serenade of violinThe cala lilies sinking in and wandering away.How I've been blessed with stumbling happinessAnd sweetly swooned away with lifeThe sentimental value of the sound of rings against a glassVanilla suga
Reminiscing SummertimeI long to feel my bare feet on sun-warmed sidewalk and that smooth, sweet summer breeze.i miss the feeling of hot metal on the chain of a playground swing. I miss holding hands, walking through the camps and people and sweat and dirt all over the place, watching the sun set every day with you, rebelling against what everyone wanted- we knew it would be okay again. I miss grass stains on my jeans and scrapes on my knees and the heels of my hands. I miss video games and terrible coffee and potato chips and bicycles, bicycles, bicycles. The breeze in my hair as we ride no-handed. Waiting for trains at midnight. Cotton filling the air and those few cold days in June and pissing everyone off for the sake of you and just not giving a shit. Singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and admiring your thin jawline and those fingerless gloves beating on your drum-drum-drum. Donuts at nine in the morning. Photoshoots in the park, the comfort of your hand on my head. The comfort of your tired voice in
THIS IS OUR EMERGENCYOur children walk among the streets and breathe through light and tambourinesWe must be loved; we must be free-THIS IS OUR EMERGENCYIn swinging high and swinging low, the chariot is all we knowTo take us home and take a knee-THIS IS OUR EMERGENCYWe shine through seas of hands and sweat, embrace the things we can't forgetWipe clean the mud to let us see-THIS IS OUR EMERGENCYOur eyes on fire and wire-made wings, we long for flight through wired machinesWe must believe; we must be free-THIS IS OUR EMERGENCYWe are the generation in which all the great things dieWe are too lazy for a revolution, picture of a troubled youth,And we're the generation from which great things could ariseDon't need to meet their expectations if we open up their eyesOur feet will drum upon the streets, our spines in line with what we speakI'll promise you, you'll promise me-THIS IS OUR EMERGENCYWe dig our heels with ankles strained, the swords we wield will not cause painIt's what you feel, not
The Christmas RosesThese lines will taste of sweat and blood and label all your fearsAnd we forever will be drifting through the worldWe write in lines and structured wordsAnd kiss the hearts of hands and wedding bandsAnd tulips dance with artificial birdsAnd spring cascades into the earthWe line our eyes with barbed wire bracesMake us face ourselves and scratch the surfacePhotographic memories and searing ink to burnCrosshatching thistle, thorns reborn into the Christmas Roses' bloomThe lights aglow, and all we know is what consumes the dark and coldWe can't control what we have done, you can't undo the things you didO, wretched morning! Watch the sunrise knowing there's no going backWe cannot choose the ones we love, we can't rewind and start againAnd I can't help or ease your pain until you choose to let me inO, greatest sin! O, secrets past! O, scars are hidden under skinSunflower scent and painted glass and crying out and crying inAnd sandy feet and warming sun and Violent Femmes al
The Storm In NegativeThe days tick by on the calendarAnd our tattered shoes grow tattered, stillAnd you dream of me in red and whiteAnd I dream it that way, tooWhy can't I stop being youngAnd just grow old with youWhy can't I stop growing oldAnd just be young with youI never knew, I never knew, but now I doAnd candy stripes will warm our mouthsAnd fireflies will hide in snowAnd gingerbread will build our dreamsAnd we will keep each other warmAnd I forever will be yoursYou won't break me, I won't break youAnd God Almighty guides our steps in pairs of twoWe are the bees, we are the swarmWe watch the storm in negative and both resist the pull of thisAnd finally, early July, we had our kiss.