Morsels

We are all
so very small.
All of us,
if we should fall,
are only morsels 
underneath the stars,
underneath the nebulae,
those spinning specters in the sky.
Take solace is the rain
that brushes your cheek;
it keeps your blood running
and strengthens the weak.
Be grateful for the wind
that howls and swirls
and puts out of place the hairs
on the heads of all the girls.
It's easy to praise
the great hot sun,
but don't fret the haze
or a cloudy day.
No one was ever hurt
by a little bit of gray.
So fragile and futile
are our little lives,
we'll be taken by surprise
by the falling skies.
For if we all should fall,
we are all so very small -
so very small -
but the earth knows all.

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We got hit by hurricane over the weekend. It did a good deal of damage all up the east coast of the US, but the death toll has been fairly low especially considering we don't get hurricanes all the way up here. It's weird shit, though. Still, it wasn't any Great Red Spot, haha. I sort of saw it as the planet giving the Northeast a good scrubbing.

Hope everyone's drying out!





"It's always the old to lead us to the war; it's always the young to fall. Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun. Tell me is it worth it all?" Phil Ochs I Ain't Marching Anymore

"I spread into a distant hum. I droned along with everyone. And the earth grew green and nursed herself to what she used to be, all our senseless shouting calmed to quiet in her ancient memory." Kevin Devine All Of Everything, Erased

170811

I hate you
though I said I wouldn't.
I love you,
though it does no good.
Behind my eyes,
I can still see
how you had me
fooled all along.
Along with my dreams,
you were shuffled
up
and exaggerated
and told
and retold
like a fable
like a fairy tale
in chapter and verse,
but now my tone is terse.
I wish it
in reverse.
I don't sleep
for the secrets I keep.
I can't breathe anymore.
You lied and took and tore.
You exist while I
am still sore.
I plead, but
you ignore.
And the crimson blob
found on my floor:
it's just my heart,
it's just my core.
I ripped it out,
consequence to you.
It's worthless now,
like me to you.

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"Well, I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow, casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows: one for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls and four for boys, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told." Counting Crows A Murder of One

"It's not right. It's not fair. I'm still a mess and you still don't care." Fountains of Wayne Little Red Light

"I don't care so gouge my eyes. I'll spend the rest of my entire life blind. Consequence to you." Manchester Orchestra April Fool

Later’s Laments

The liquor makes your eyelids limp
like your leg when it’s asleep,
but you like the way it dulls
all the madness to a peep -
between your ears -
this talks is cheap.

Prolific when you aren’t bleeding
and fucking genius when you are
like the mark of ingenuity
is in each and every scar.
I’ll meet you underneath the sky
or find you by the bar.

But we’re parallel
and scared as hell
and I can’t think
or touch or tell.
I only know,
somewhere, we fell.

So, Later’s laments
are Today’s regrets
and you’re nestled with your paperbacks
and your homemade mix cassettes
wondering how long you’ve got
‘til you’ve paid off all your debts.

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"I caught you nesting with your analogs, glassy eyes from kissing poison frogs, becoming infinite against his couch..." Bad Books You're A Mirror I Cannot Avoid

"The rap is scattered. It hides its ingenuity. I gave it this little part to give it continuity..." Bo Burnham Bo Fo' Sho...lol.

Peace of Heart

All I want’s a little peace
in my heart and in my head.
I want the chaos to cease
with the words that I’ve said.
Close the book on this chapter,
lay the past to bed:
I just want the quiet
and the calm instead.
When my voice stops shaking
and my words have all been read
you’ll feel your own hollow;
you’ll know your own dread.
But my blood is hot
and it spills red
and my soul is hungry
to be fed
and you’ll be left behind
while I look ahead.

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2am poetry. [I spoke bad poetry.]







"Don't kill yourself to raise the dead. It never works. You'll only end up joining them." Kevin Devine You'll Only End Up Joining Them

"I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks, like you, like us, like me..." Manchester Orchestra Deer

"And I know that it's dangerous to judge, but man you've got to find the truth and when you find that truth don't budge until the truth you found begins to change...and it does, I know, I know." David Bazan People