Topsichord

I have been looking forward to
the days when I can talk over
my dreams with you over
cups of tea.  And sometimes cookies.

It grounds me,
you know,
it grounds me.

And I do not know
that you know you are
keeping the peace
in the space of my skull,
but you are.  And are darling
in that effect.

Pardon my smoking,
I need something
to gauge the space
of time and distance
between your seconds of poignancy.

Cement Head

Making sense of days one day at time on the line.
Looking for the square of paper with the contact
for the clinic so I could stage some kind of come back
and bring my head to the base of the stack and suck
in some kind of furnace heat meaning
for all of the smoke and maybe start to point
to a fire.  No luck.  Looking up, regardless, to what
there is to look ahead to and head through
the bad lands and endless psychological sands
dotted with oasies of noise and dread knotted silence
and all too much sleep.  Cement head waking
on the nines of every day.  Trying to make a break
in the seems like its all one fantastically built wall
and every attempt is another attempt at another take.
Cement head waking to another solid steel mourning
a loss of a loss.  What my eyes open up to.
More glass sucking up through
veins touching up to
limitations grown split through
and still trying to be one.

He Called Me, but I Didn't Want to Tell You

I heard second hand
that you two were still fucking
after I already committed
to weekday shaninngans.

So I am
not gonna welsh on my word,
but do not think less of me
for ducking out early
on our dinner.

Navigator For True

The body
the body the body
the privates
the body.

understanding where you are
and where I'm doing and wear
the wolves and ware the silly and the

 where the ends
justify the seems like you're leaking,
but it's all

something gorgeous
lives in my imagination.
The fuel in my
bed.  I want
the body
the privates
the body
the song keeps on singing

and I would be
remiss to not
let something loose
from my throat
when I am with you.

Count It

I should learn to play music.
You should learn to play music.
I should learn to play music.
You should learn to play music.
I should learn to play music.
You should learn to play music.
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and then
a whole lot of sex, yeah?

Start as You Mean to Go

I had some misgivings
when I met you,
but the next has been everything since
and there is no substitute
for everything in between that has been music,
so you and I
and I and two
can see and see me better than
the I without
you
so us and plush and ands and ands
will have to do
what the me without plus
still tries and try
as I might and still am want
can and still does
do what the you and me
still can and continue
to be two
just us plus
and sunrise beautiful.

Turbos Hon'

I am going
full afterburn
but I wish
more often than you've known
that the craft on my wing
was yours
as I blaze
into sunrise
with something noise.