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Odds & Ends #12: Egress or Escape?

 

Wish you were here, but for the nagging earwig telling me all I want to hear. Even it lays eggs in my head without so much as a please or thank you. Maybe my head would be better off empty.







Concubine

Whip the stone

King from his throne

You’re just his play thing

No water from him you’ll wring

Lift your legs for his gaze

Beat your breast

The maze walls of his iron fingers

Closing in







Again

I guess I thought about her poster

Or something else bubbled through

I went to bed with a romance lust


We called, abrasive, but met

Went to a museum

Someone came to talk to us

She left, I stayed. 


So she stayed and listened as well. 

And we sat down and listened

I put a hand on her shoulder

She removed it forcefully


And put the hand on her leg

And we were falling

And saying how much we missed each other

It was incandescent 


I went to go home to see her

The bus driver left before I could gather all my stuff and get off 

            I guess I had too much baggage







So Say

So say you walk me through the door

So say you want me on your floor

Why can’t I hear those words now?

Are your thoughts the only outlet allowed?







G

When I find my clique

It’ll be real chic

For now I’ll crawl on the floor 

Like there is no door

And you’re calling my time

Like there isn’t a mind in the world to explain how hobby horses aren’t full of Trojans

    Break

    Bring it back

And stay on my mind 

                                      my mind 

                                                      my mind 

                                                                      my mind






Past You

For all the thoughts I’ve had,

None ever hit quite so bad

As the speed of my pulse

Running down the memory of you


Call me crazy if you will,

But I called you not for thrill

Night after night

Although we’d touch ourselves to each other


So why can’t I quell the thought

Go back to the place we broke up

And find your flower growing strong

And now I sing this song:


I can’t move past you,

There's too many memories in the way

The gifts you gave my heart

Whisper soft, it’ll be okay

Whisper to me, in your native tongue

You’re made for me

But should I call you now

It wouldn’t be your voice

But a strangers one

Working a new job

Maybe now an actress

The dreams we had shared

The glitter in you hair

Sunset willows sitting there

What do you mean that’s past you

I can’t quite understand

You’d say, time blew right past you

Past me?

And I almost see


But then I can’t quite quell the thought

Go back to the place we broke up

And find your flower growing strong

And I hold on well past you as my heart hums along







Scattering

I am a small fish in a big pond

I thought I was bigger

Grown so far

But the coral is still enough to hide my fins

And the ripples in the water still blind my nascent eyes

My time will come

To tread murky depths

But for now

I am a small fish in a big pond

And in no smaller waters I’d want to be







And this shit rolls on and on.

Dread maw clacking for the fawn

Want to keep pace, be my guest

It'll be a while before I'm near the rest


Stood up,

Steffen





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