time boy

time boy they called him
in that pocket of the F train
the more you deny
the more you obsess
you are with me
in a cycle just as real as my blood
am i sad because i miss you?
or do i miss you because i am sad?

the words fall that slow
so misplaced
i can't understand
where i pour my love
where i leave my heart
why the only stirring of my soul
comes from transient folk
why i crave stay
and ignore it just the same
why i still know
the details of your flesh
why i still care to know

and i wonder
what it means that
i love you
where is time?
that sharp eyed beggar
time doesn't matter
it's like a child
demanding attention

who are these people?
ignore them
they are not real.
it is a joke
you could never remember to tell
it is that answer
you forget

time will move this

dive in and stay under
until it is all green
until they are all gone
until the coast is clear
until desert is ready
until it is cold cold cold

be very alone
until it is cold cold cold
don't tell a soul
don't think so much
go very very slow
fall asleep
and sit in the forest
every tomorrow

go to the cemetery
forget this now
remember forever
go to the sea
far from the ships
drive away
don't tell them any more
it is the ocean in there
smile

"we have a naughty cat"

soaring through the street
to the chatter of my teeth
4 saints on a dashboard
garbage in a line like school children
christmas trees laid out at their wakes
tinsel waving in the wind
unsaluted flags
return to the joy of naked in my bed
i celebrate
the beautiful
the collective warmth
and i am blessed
to feel the alive
of the wind rip through me
to share their smiles and eyes
and feel our laughter
and return to my song
and this sweet purr
and all of my ache
is about the desire
to share this
which burns and flows
over and out of me
and in peace
i float in it