Where do you want to be?
Do you think about it? When it happens will you hold on to whoever is closet hope that on the other side there is something Or hold yourself? Think of the ones you love Have yet to love Emptiness spreads a wave ripping up the surface dust brown oblivion in its wake If it happened now would you think about the future? All the things we didn’t do? Part of me would In the in-between think spaces of mum Jack dad Feel ‘Relief’ Spring 2014 I know its spring because I’m getting kisses
On street corners under windows in subway tunnels at the top of stairs at the bottom of stairs under sheets in doorways over sinks I know its spring because I’m getting kisses when I don’t expect them when I really want them when I asked for them when I’ve been waiting for them when I demand them when they are accidents I know it’s spring because the air is getting heavy and sweat is sliding down my back and it’s getting hot Isn’t it? Spring 2014 Daddy
My bear hug Big Shoulder Unlimited do overs, I’m sorry’s and I love you’s Movie chooser, song sharer, YouTube genius, secret tear dropper Daddy Big man project starter, job doer Lets meet early for a drink Motorcycle heart Snap shot creator Memory catcher Bookmaker Daddy My almost lost Forever found in years to come Thank you for fighting for us in that head of yours Daddy Big Dreamer Big Believer Proud soul protector Walk me down the aisle will you? Hold my babies hands will you? Catch my tears and distract my disappointments Daddy Don’t be ashamed of who you are Bark People love you Cohiba and Cosi Van Tutte Pims Cup A body full of life this world doesn’t know what to do Daddy You are here everyday Phoebe loves you Daddy Father's Day 2014 The love stories we will write will be epic
The love stories we will write will be unrequited Full of desire Fleeting touches in stolen hallways glances round corner breathing in quite rooms The love stories we will write will have the moon Tall grasses A single tree hot summer nights clear water rain The love stories we will write will have long dresses crowns balconies vines Motorcycles leather oil blood Long walks letters ink propriety Touching palms They will be ours We will write them with concrete Patches of park grass Whiskey Bar stools Rooftops We live our long walks late at night Our stolen glances over subway platforms See our moon through skyscrapers The love stories we live are epic We write them through these streets Spring 2014 I just want to be told what to do
On your knees Hands behind your back Did I give you permission to speak? Kink Hang me up side down by my ankles Blood rush to my head till I forget who I am Make me scream into the ball gag that Stops my mouth I’m tired of holding it together Somebody tie me up. Spring 2012 |
P.L.DI write because my emotions are not, always, accessible. I write because sometimes I’m confused and I need to work things out. I write because it feels good. I often write to keep from saying too much. .. Archives
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