Aug/7/12: These timezones are tearing us apart
Hey
Let’s be in the same timezone again
so I can stop my automatic counting
(as much as I can stop my heart beating)
adding three hours forward and the switch of meridians.
Heart clanging like a medley of habit,
while the clock claps in triplets
to the beat of this waiting dance on tiptoe
only I’m dancing around you, turning
in circles, never close enough
nor large enough to surround you
‘cause you’re spinning in a dance of your own
on your own. You’re laughing in triplets
to a different tempo
our steps together having no rhythm
constantly out of rhyme
because you’re over half a day ahead of me
and I can’t seem to compensate the distance
//
The metronome falls behind
and time slows to a stop
I’m a step away from changing my time signature
and as my sixteenth jumps to thirty-second notes
and your eighth to dotted quarters
We reach out in one parallel instance
toes crunching, calves straining
our heavy breathing like a seesaw
in the space of our missing geography
our triplets stutter into the same interval
about to settle into each other
like a miraculous tenuto
before our boundaries yank us away
and I’m back
back to tempo of my broken heart
Let’s be in the same timezone again
so I can stop my automatic counting
(as much as I can stop my heart beating)
adding three hours forward and the switch of meridians.
Heart clanging like a medley of habit,
while the clock claps in triplets
to the beat of this waiting dance on tiptoe
only I’m dancing around you, turning
in circles, never close enough
nor large enough to surround you
‘cause you’re spinning in a dance of your own
on your own. You’re laughing in triplets
to a different tempo
our steps together having no rhythm
constantly out of rhyme
because you’re over half a day ahead of me
and I can’t seem to compensate the distance
//
The metronome falls behind
and time slows to a stop
I’m a step away from changing my time signature
and as my sixteenth jumps to thirty-second notes
and your eighth to dotted quarters
We reach out in one parallel instance
toes crunching, calves straining
our heavy breathing like a seesaw
in the space of our missing geography
our triplets stutter into the same interval
about to settle into each other
like a miraculous tenuto
before our boundaries yank us away
and I’m back
back to tempo of my broken heart
Jun/6/12: uninhibited
Love doesn’t come with a safety deposit, does it
something that could cushion my fall if this risk becomes a mistake
I’m about to take the first biggest step of my life
and it plays out so much easier in my head
I had finally given up on you, still looking back
and facing forward, because you were already so far away
and it was probably time I moved on and
it is probably time that I confess to
another you
This time I won’t let go, because I know now
love never comes with a safety deposit
but it’s okay to lose sometimes.
//somebody teach me how to give up without looking back
something that could cushion my fall if this risk becomes a mistake
I’m about to take the first biggest step of my life
and it plays out so much easier in my head
I had finally given up on you, still looking back
and facing forward, because you were already so far away
and it was probably time I moved on and
it is probably time that I confess to
another you
This time I won’t let go, because I know now
love never comes with a safety deposit
but it’s okay to lose sometimes.
//somebody teach me how to give up without looking back
Jan/5/12: AM hands
Your facial plane is an adolescent orchard of endless harvest
your teeth plead for proper alignment
your nose feigns the temerity of an incandescent light bulb;
your hands must concentrate to master their palpitations
as your thin calves uninhibited quiver in anticipation;
your clothes never made it into last month's wash cycle
your body reeks of similarly stimulating hygienic treatment;
overgrown, underfed, and decidedly unappealing
you're an abandoned ruin beginning to mold-
-yet none of it matters at this moment.
All that does are the climbing shrieks of ecstasy crawling out from your crusty speakers,
cutting through 15-square-feet of stale molecule
only just louder than your harsh breathing.
your teeth plead for proper alignment
your nose feigns the temerity of an incandescent light bulb;
your hands must concentrate to master their palpitations
as your thin calves uninhibited quiver in anticipation;
your clothes never made it into last month's wash cycle
your body reeks of similarly stimulating hygienic treatment;
overgrown, underfed, and decidedly unappealing
you're an abandoned ruin beginning to mold-
-yet none of it matters at this moment.
All that does are the climbing shrieks of ecstasy crawling out from your crusty speakers,
cutting through 15-square-feet of stale molecule
only just louder than your harsh breathing.