Mahogany The Creaky Wooden Frame of a Window (I Dreamt of Falling out of)
My therapist taught me I sat in bed listening to the wind
to hold my breath and focus as it pressed against the creaky wooden frame
the second the world of a window I dreamt of falling out of.
becomes too loud. And in my half conscious state
And I'm just beginning to learn I closed my eyes and smelled coffee
the difference between and thought about what the ocean
fists against drywall feels like when it crashes against cliffs
screaming "let me out" trying to reach houses that don't belong there.
and sore knuckles I tried to feel the wind
on mahogany when it blew through the trees
saying "let me in" and made the world feel so dramatic.
And I came to the conclusion
that my life seems so much more meaningful
Kitchen Floor with the wind pressing against
We no longer feel like strangers. the creaky wooden frame.
I can't believe it was all summed up
by a hand gliding over a chipped mirror
after a glass shattered on the Reading the Flowers of Evil
kitchen floor. Pulled apart by angels
And you swept it four different times Asking Jesus Christ
because you couldn't stand the thought A thousand times beneath
of her cutting her foot. Static skirts and mary jane shoes
Slipping on maggots
inching down on umbilical cords
I'm Going To Miss You This Winter from the bodies of babies
I’m going to miss you this winter. with milk toothed smiles.
When the world becomes cold
and the air penetrates thin walls
as easily as it penetrates thin skin. Montana
I’m going to miss you this winter. I hope you like it in Montana
When my breath pierces through the frigid air I hear it's beautiful, I hear it's just your place
that reflects the last inhale I hope you like it in Montana
stolen from my ribcage. I hear it's where you found peace of mind
I’m going to miss you this winter. where the sunlight bathed the grass.
When my feet become freezing I think the world felt soft
as they search for your presence when you dipped your toes in the pond.
under blankets we used to share. I hope you like it in Montana.
I’m going to miss you this winter. I hear it's beautiful but I really
When goosebumps overlay my pores don't hear anything at all
but I don’t notice because my skin is so used maybe because I'd rather keep you at a safe distance
to colder bones. than in a different state.
I’m going to miss you this winter. And I think you have more here anyway
More than the blossoming flowers you have a friend that I know somewhat well
miss opening up and displaying but not really.
their new petals to a sunny day. You have a better guy
Or the stubbornness of soil I met him once, he's pretty nice.
that refuses to hold onto life There was this one place where I realized
without the promise of warmth. you were my soulmate and we started talking and exchanging trust
I’m going to miss you this winter. and you smiled or something
When I rely on that orange glow and we saw so much that we'll never forget.
as it exhales hot air I hope you keep it in the palm of your hands
while I inhale it’s secondhand warmth. because you taught me how to look at things
with a little more light and pay a little more attention
to the world revolving around your soul.
Glycerine I really hope this stays between us
Bruised knees and honey touch. because even in Montana
Butterfly carcass and charcoal fingers. I love you so much more.
Soft teeth and mud stains.
Bones like broken chalk
and bleeding wombs. Mattress
Make sure you don't swallow the wrong words. I still smell you.
Don't feed them anymore, they're not babies. Tucked away between every thread
Don't give them what they want. that holds together the mattress I fell in love with you on.
And if they ask for anything, I kept the window open
Say no, I can't do this anymore. for three months
to fill my room with a smell
that isn't you.
Tripping the Lion Mona Lisa's Operation
Mark got with Kelly Mona Lisa here dressed demurely
Kelly got Stan Saying words that have clearly been said
He was sharing chromosomes So long ago
and Kelly's outlook on the topic of disease. Brain sick, she weeps sincerely
Tristan lost his leg and Mikey was a racist. Life has made her so much bolder now.
They were all in love with rival Today her body lies bare
climbing fences in Wisconsin. Shaved and hairless and almost sleeping
JC caught a bullet but only in his leg The pride and joy of her brain
it should have got his head. as the doctor makes the great decision with incisions.
Chris melted to the couch She's not so well sleeping
left to rot and smoke more pot. "Somebody! Anybody! Set her free! Clean her please!
Another Mikey played in the rain Begs a patient who's sloppy
lost his brain when dancing with a train. and forgets underneath the white light.
Speaking of a train, Christian hated planes.
Brandon knew Todd who OD'd on the subject of God.
Polly died a natural death, she caught a nasty virus.
The neighborhood was soon up in shambles
with parents that shifted through the ashes.
My therapist taught me I sat in bed listening to the wind
to hold my breath and focus as it pressed against the creaky wooden frame
the second the world of a window I dreamt of falling out of.
becomes too loud. And in my half conscious state
And I'm just beginning to learn I closed my eyes and smelled coffee
the difference between and thought about what the ocean
fists against drywall feels like when it crashes against cliffs
screaming "let me out" trying to reach houses that don't belong there.
and sore knuckles I tried to feel the wind
on mahogany when it blew through the trees
saying "let me in" and made the world feel so dramatic.
And I came to the conclusion
that my life seems so much more meaningful
Kitchen Floor with the wind pressing against
We no longer feel like strangers. the creaky wooden frame.
I can't believe it was all summed up
by a hand gliding over a chipped mirror
after a glass shattered on the Reading the Flowers of Evil
kitchen floor. Pulled apart by angels
And you swept it four different times Asking Jesus Christ
because you couldn't stand the thought A thousand times beneath
of her cutting her foot. Static skirts and mary jane shoes
Slipping on maggots
inching down on umbilical cords
I'm Going To Miss You This Winter from the bodies of babies
I’m going to miss you this winter. with milk toothed smiles.
When the world becomes cold
and the air penetrates thin walls
as easily as it penetrates thin skin. Montana
I’m going to miss you this winter. I hope you like it in Montana
When my breath pierces through the frigid air I hear it's beautiful, I hear it's just your place
that reflects the last inhale I hope you like it in Montana
stolen from my ribcage. I hear it's where you found peace of mind
I’m going to miss you this winter. where the sunlight bathed the grass.
When my feet become freezing I think the world felt soft
as they search for your presence when you dipped your toes in the pond.
under blankets we used to share. I hope you like it in Montana.
I’m going to miss you this winter. I hear it's beautiful but I really
When goosebumps overlay my pores don't hear anything at all
but I don’t notice because my skin is so used maybe because I'd rather keep you at a safe distance
to colder bones. than in a different state.
I’m going to miss you this winter. And I think you have more here anyway
More than the blossoming flowers you have a friend that I know somewhat well
miss opening up and displaying but not really.
their new petals to a sunny day. You have a better guy
Or the stubbornness of soil I met him once, he's pretty nice.
that refuses to hold onto life There was this one place where I realized
without the promise of warmth. you were my soulmate and we started talking and exchanging trust
I’m going to miss you this winter. and you smiled or something
When I rely on that orange glow and we saw so much that we'll never forget.
as it exhales hot air I hope you keep it in the palm of your hands
while I inhale it’s secondhand warmth. because you taught me how to look at things
with a little more light and pay a little more attention
to the world revolving around your soul.
Glycerine I really hope this stays between us
Bruised knees and honey touch. because even in Montana
Butterfly carcass and charcoal fingers. I love you so much more.
Soft teeth and mud stains.
Bones like broken chalk
and bleeding wombs. Mattress
Make sure you don't swallow the wrong words. I still smell you.
Don't feed them anymore, they're not babies. Tucked away between every thread
Don't give them what they want. that holds together the mattress I fell in love with you on.
And if they ask for anything, I kept the window open
Say no, I can't do this anymore. for three months
to fill my room with a smell
that isn't you.
Tripping the Lion Mona Lisa's Operation
Mark got with Kelly Mona Lisa here dressed demurely
Kelly got Stan Saying words that have clearly been said
He was sharing chromosomes So long ago
and Kelly's outlook on the topic of disease. Brain sick, she weeps sincerely
Tristan lost his leg and Mikey was a racist. Life has made her so much bolder now.
They were all in love with rival Today her body lies bare
climbing fences in Wisconsin. Shaved and hairless and almost sleeping
JC caught a bullet but only in his leg The pride and joy of her brain
it should have got his head. as the doctor makes the great decision with incisions.
Chris melted to the couch She's not so well sleeping
left to rot and smoke more pot. "Somebody! Anybody! Set her free! Clean her please!
Another Mikey played in the rain Begs a patient who's sloppy
lost his brain when dancing with a train. and forgets underneath the white light.
Speaking of a train, Christian hated planes.
Brandon knew Todd who OD'd on the subject of God.
Polly died a natural death, she caught a nasty virus.
The neighborhood was soon up in shambles
with parents that shifted through the ashes.
