Bed 27 (26)

Tonight
As any other
I sleep calm and deep
I have had your voice in my ear and it has rode out my doubt
The doubt in my heart and mechanisms

Your race is won, love
Close your eyes
And I will watch you a while
I will hold everything in and out of you close
I will be yours

I will sleep with you

Entropynaut

The word is not entirely accurate
Meaning nothing often
And, at times, everything

So fast to speak it
That we forget its meaning or lack of meaning

It is a lovely and terrible feeling
Full of promise and endless void
It is nightshine and it is broad daylight

So easy to write it down
That we lose its power or its weakness

Our prayer ends it
And begins with it
No joy in life or sadness in death
It changes us and helps us to remain

Dread and anticipation
Rescue and loneliness
Evocation of the syllable and the silence

Lie quiet, your face to the sky
Before you speak the word, breath in
And try not to move

Lifespan of Bombs

What happened to us in that dark way?
Did cars buzzing by spend their time oblivious to our calls to our mothers and fathers?
Did the lights ever come on?

From the first step to the last
Torn aluminum
(Davy was close to tears at the name change)
Glass from fist-shattered windows
Dirty things, all about us
What happened?

What happened to us on the front
The place had the stench of lost kids from across the sea
That's how death smells
Alone

Look up to the skycraft
They split and make dead the clouds with exhaust
They do not blink and they are not proud

To think, one-hundred and fifteen years later, we blew it up
We watched his majesty go down and bathe in his own blood
Ex
Pre
And Post

The Follow House

To the birds, sleep
Your work is over
And the nightsong has done its job,
as well

Dreams, like the flickering images
from the projector shows me you
Reaching out, dragging me by the hand
Smiling as you pilot me

You lead me to the steps
And it is quiet outside
Everyone and everything is asleep
"There is no deeper way I could love you" I move my lips to silently speak
You smile as you pilot me

Walls, doors, panels and ceiling
All you
Hands as smooth and solid as the heart's foundation

You take me up stairs that seem to never end, sure in your step, still flickering
I smile as you pilot me

The soft echoes of your voice settle into my head
Moving in, as a home is made
And hurt and doubt are unmade, just the same

I smile and speak with no words and you show me everything and it is unfamiliar and familiar and warm

and it is home

LC song

Settled amongst the traps and pages, littered in dust
Is our rememberance

Soft footfalls are the timing by which we expect
"It is time to wake up, father"
I hear it, gentle in my head
Washing out the debris of not sleeping nearly enough

To me, it means the gangs have left
To me, the stars are straight

I let the smile ease across my face
My whole face

"Do you need more today than the one before?"
I do
"Do you want to wake up, the same voice, alive in your head?"
Again, yes

Your master calls, beast
On the lift of soil and grass, above the river
Your ears, trained fast, perk up
You come with no doubt or fear

"Is this your track lost in the snow?"
It is
"Has the well flooded over your thought, your reason?"
It has

I breathe into the winter air
It hangs heavy, smoke-like and trails off behind me as a road would rise, the further I walk

I have no joy lost in being at fault for anything good or kind I do

And there, in hard winter, I leave my master behind to dream her cruelty alive
And cry in her sleep

Birth Farmers

Circles
Star in flight from mother/father/home
Terrible flight
Terrible broken things
Made to be repaired and brought to a smile

May I kiss you
May I hold you

Sunrise
a tomorrow that is happy
That is full
and lies back, easy

We were not so nervous then;
the Explorers

On Backs

This new black
it is yours
alone
but not so much

I have decided I cannot fight it (I never would)

Past
Patient
Precious
Like so many tomorrows
and stones
and windows