Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I'm mad I was knocked over before I could let go of the handle bars.

I'm glad you didn't wait until I was coasting, arms out, and heart exposed.

You were only thinking about you. About how you felt. Your problems. Your fears. Your anxieties.

The whole time you never asked me about mine. You never asked me what my fears were. What made me anxious.

They are that you won't want me.

That I won't make you happy.

That I won't make anyone happy.

So I'm mad because when you knocked me over, I fell.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

High Fiver Robert Zimmerman

Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Sunday, April 17, 2011

separation anxiety



you make me use words that taste like vending machine pickles. words with calloused elbows in sweat shops fabricating rips in the knees of my bargain bin cargos.

words no one ever gets away with.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Coastal Boy

I want to judge a chili cook-off and give you a prize for being hot. I want to take to you the fair, ride the wheel up to the top. You're the smile I fall asleep to and the bod I dream about. Tell me how you'll kiss my body 'til I'm begging you to stop!

You're my only sunshine, make me happy when I'm blue. Hold me tight my only sunshine, don't let go 'til I say to.

I want to drive you to the country tie you up inside the barn. I want to take you for a ride on my tractor 'round the farm. You're the eyes I fall asleep to and the man I dream about. Tell me how you'll win me over with your looks and boyish charm.

You're my only sunshine, make me happy when I'm blue. Hold me tight my only sunshine, don't let go 'til I say to.

You can sail out near that island we can see from the bay. You can hold me close and kiss me 'til the boat starts to sway. I'll be the face you fall asleep to and the girl you dream about. Whisper sweet things in my ears while I look at you and say..

You're my only sunshine, make me happy when I'm blue. Hold me tight my only sunshine, don't let go 'til I say to.


Don't let go 'til I say to.

Hello Little Birds To Be.


Sunday, April 03, 2011

It Rains for Me


I knew you were talking about the rain when you said it would be alright.

But I opened my eyes anyway and kept to the horizon.

Salt water and bullshit stung my face.

You said once the rain stopped the water would be smooth.

Like glass.

So my soul gave my conscience the thumbs up and went in search of calmer seas.

And found them.


Thursday, March 24, 2011

It's agitating that she is fretting about not having butter for the biscuits when it's taking everything I have to not call and cancel the whole thing.


I expect I could blame it on the lack of butter, but he would know immediately it's because I am afraid.


That's dramatic. And presumptuous.


I would never use butter, or the lack there of, as an excuse for anything. And he wouldn't know - immediately.


But isn't butter an easier explanation for the past 30 years.