an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Looks like I've got a lot of feelings

by Amy

Glacier Drowning

Water in its easier form,
Once a transparent country
Is now shrill and quick-moving
Rushes to the sewer
As my voice to my bones
From where it would sound from
Before I knew you

Command the kitchen to
Be there for us
Middle of night, get so hungry
We assume that the zoo
Only lives when we see it
And covers its mouth with its hands when we don't
So retreat to our less wild barely-lit habits

The braided rug never spoke before kitchen
It only has eyes for the ABC magnets
No consensus on color,
Woven sound through my stomach
Expected to reveal itself on a loom
Syntax that can be read and then touched
But humans touched before they spoke



Animal Instinct

Most wolves are just people
Lying around with their jaws open
Sharpening them how they do the good silver,
Hoping they'll grow hungry again



Red Rock Garden

I can’t sit and wait to find someone to wake the passion up
That I don’t know I have
After I lost it to him, he said that he knew there was more inside
Than he saw
And that means there is more
Than I’ve considered feeling before

I’m living, now
Drinking wine not to lie down
I’m breathing blood and pumping air
Into my system, no more over and under
In my blonde, I-miss-Jerusalem system
While my friends are out tonight and I said I was going to say at home and think
And I feel somewhere there is a storm
And there is an ocean and a ship and all people are worried they won’t get home
And I think that they will even though I’ve never met them
I wish them well and wish I had spoken up more

I know that I like sharing better than keeping for myself
And I have given the best away rather than stealing more often than not
I don’t think I’ve ever held anything captive,
But I the red wall in my room is something I
Only painted so deep cause I thought it would move
I see sky for more than blue
People have asked what my walls mean
I’ve given nothing but words

Monday, April 14, 2008

The Reporter

by bru

You had your name engraved on every number two pencil
so you'd remember who you were after every nervous breakdown.

And when you wanted to be a sketch artist,
you bought a pad of paper and sat in front of some trees.

Now that your life is falling apart,
you feel like pulling that paper out of the closet again.

You said you only wanted a ring on your finger.
But all you've been given is kisses on the cheeks
and I'm-sorry-you're-not-the-right-ones.

You said you were okay when he left you for that woman from Sacramento.
But giving up everything never felt so right before now.

I Never Thought I'd Come to This

by bru

I'll burn my hands for you,
place them in the fire of life.

I'll take any chance I can taste and
I'll take it with your arms upon my worn down shoulders.

I'll ride the train through morning
if it means seeing your clown smile.

I'll let every simple moment turn into an incredible one.
A boy grasping his teddy bear becomes
a boy grasping his dead mother's hands because
all she ever wanted was for him to be a man.



I'd throw my heart into the river
if I knew you'd be there to catch it.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Pray in the Morning

By Amy

His beard was a lot softer than I thought it would be
And I didn’t need to learn to love it, it was fast.
Soon I just let my wild hands
Chisel instructions across the cliff in the parking lot
For a sculpture of his face whenever I needed to remember he used to move.
And he said that I could have his hands,
But didn’t understand why I liked them so much
And I need someone who understands the love,
Strong hands that will hold and let go
And his stopped moving so soon

And I need someone who runs and lies down under the ceiling to push it back up with their tongue
Someone who speaks

And thank you G-d for providing me with grace and rage so I could
Find the difference
And hold it close
And let it go how I wanted his hands to