Passing words…

“To Make Amends, Make a Home”

Catch me in the morning
While quiet pans flicker on the eye.
Don’t let me slip away without an adequate goodbye,
‘Cause when I leave, I’m gone.
And when I’m gone, I’m all but a shadow left behind your eye.
So, before I go, “Bye bye.”
The winter’s come on quick
With a splash of rain on the shadowed streets.
Cursed be the thing that keeps me constantly
Excusing myself, moving on.
And cursed be the questions that get pressed against me,
“Why must you go? Baby, is it me?”

And cursed be the path that never returns
Again to the blessed ones,
The blessed hearts to which I went,
From which I’ve run.

And cursed be my heart that never learned
Never made it’s fickle peace
With all the blessed things I miss,
Ever reluctantly.
Sweet and low, my ghostly chariot,
Won’t you come and carrying me away
Swing me off to that mystery that I have ever chased
Take my hand. Take my hand.
For to show my sorry feet the way.

Words to a song that will likely die unheard…

“But I Ain’t No Cup of Tea”
(a poppy song about identity crises and their adverse effects to those with identities)

quietly like a morning cup of tea
steaming like a southern swamp,
i am always something like
something else but me.

i used to be a barefoot boy
in the backyard pickin’
hibiscus off the back fence
and feeding ants to lions in the sand.

used to be a cloud taking shape,
light and rising up forever.
i was my father’s child but i
never toughened to have his hands.

i used to be a quick wind
blowing warm through your car,
driving recklessly southeast,
used to be a sign pointing to the beach.

i was once a patience bird.
you kept me on the outside,
always singing your love for me
through into my insides.

but right now i’m like a book
sans an introduction, i am
open to my middle pages.
will you find your way through?
through on to my end, i hope
to justify my means, and
i am always mean
and the effects are obvious, but
sometimes the causes…
sometimes they escape me.

i am like a pronoun
hanging on faceless verbs.
i am a baby learning and trying,
but i’m like… still choking on my words.