You Never Answer.
I can’t sleep in my own bedno one to tell me a good nightso I crash out on my couch insteadweeks now with the tv on quiet You were the
The Winter Bride.
It’ll snow on the day I wed It’ll snow on the day I wed even if I’m a summer bride the lakes will freeze, the bridges ice It’ll snow on
The Weight.
Did I show up right on timeas you were finishing the crescent on a question markI closed in a circle?But once you were minethe weight upon your hand and the
Spinning.
I wished on a shooting star in Greenlandbut was sad to findjust a lump of rock in the iceAnd the lead in my pencil splinteredwasn’t strong as I thoughtand my
Silent Little Bells.
Into a hole in the cold, cold ground on a grey, grey dayInto a hole, down, down-soft place for us to layI buried us in a secret place none will
Seat.
This house is falling downyou took the fire when you went outleft the tables and the silverwareBut what’s it matter if no one’s there? They’ve given me this warningso young
Samples.
I got these hands, looking for useI got a plan, just needs a houseWalls bare, so much potentialLook there, what looks like plasterIs really a future, waiting for color and
Oracle.
I come to you, humble and willing,brave stepping over the bones of my brethrenI wouldn’t come here if I wasn’t desperate,but I am too small, I cannot lift this. One
Growing Home.
Michaelangelo is painting ceilings stillhis back not to a platform, gravity has not the willto bring he and his colors downgreen, green high above the ground. Mother gave you a