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I Remember

I remember that time I wrote a song.

I remember doing it while trying to capture those fleeting experiences.

I remember the blue of his eyes and the way his laughter made everything wrong fade away.

I remember getting drunk and dancing with him on my rooftop in the dead heat of summer.

I remember that trip to that sculpture garden in Queens and how I thought the wind chimes looked like giant flowers growing out the dirt.

I remember the taste of that chocolate fudge cake he surprised me with while we were there because he remembered my birthday when nobody else did.

I remember the “locals” tour of the city he took me on in my silver 4Runner.

I remember the fantastic crusty old abandoned buildings he showed me with each one having its own story.

I remember the day I left in that same 4Runner.

I remember thinking I was going to make it through goodbye without crying (I never cry).

I remember being wrong about that.

Drift Away

Eagle eye, piercing

Locked with deadly precision

On your voiceless child

 

An eternity wasted

With her pinned like a specimen

On a cold steel table

 

Picked at and prodded

With stern disappointment

This one was not enough

 

Broken spirit

And a distorted body

Without the strength to bloom

 

But then she blossomed differently

With unexpected colors

And flew away

 

Your eagle eye is clouding now

Lacking sharpness

Losing its place

 

The past is fading

And the specimen looks back

As your mind floats into darkness

 

Time seems shorter now

But can this butterfly learn to love you

Before you drift away?

Docked

I’ve never been the patient sort

Have rarely kept my ship in port

I’d rather be out sailing free

You’ll never take that wheel from me

 

Please don’t tie me to the dock

If stowed away, I’ll pick the lock

And push myself out to the brink

Damn the wind, refuse to sink

 

I wish I could let loose the sail

Risk the stumble, dare to fail

Alas I can’t control my fate

I guess sometimes you have to wait

Standing Ovation

Back off Death.

The better part of my ego wins today.

 

I still have hilarious stories to tell.

Painful and complicated and hilarious stories.

 

I still have unlikely colors to mix.

Brilliant and elusive and unlikely colors.

 

I still have fantastic people to meet.

Unreachable and stubborn and fantastic people.

 

I still have dangerous places to visit.

Vibrant and undiscovered and dangerous places.

 

I still have impossible shit to do.

Enormous and bewildering and impossible shit.

 

Pardon me for not having time for you today.

If I’m going, I’m going out to a standing ovation.

 

And the performance hasn’t ended yet.

So back the fuck off.