The song, the poem, the story. etc,.

I thought I might start keeping a regular blog so that the people who do follow my work can have some access to it. I'm not good with maintaining things but I'll try to update this two or three times a week but I make no promises. Here is a couple poems to get started, hopefully this goes a little better in later posts, but we are just meeting after all. These kind of things can be awkward sometimes, and this is one of them. Anyway, go on and read...

The song, the poem, the story.

I could have been your Dylan

if you could have remembered why you cared.

And I could have been your cummings

if your fingers found me there.

Oh, I could have been your Burroughs

if only the right mix had been made.

I just wanted to be your lover babe,

but my words never read that way.

You might have been my Sedgwick

if it wasn’t the other way around.

And you might have been my Parker

with your love scattered on the ground.

Oh, you might have been my Vollmer

if only I could have kept control.

I still wish I was your lover girl,

yeah, I still wish that was my role.

To bite my tongue.

I want to hold hands with you

so tight leaving no room for air

between our fingers,

like words against the back of your teeth

straining to get through.

Our words burn our lips

to a cracked crimson red,

our smiles left wind-cursed and warm.

Hand held, white knuckled

toward an optimistic future where,

as we could see it now,

nothing could go wrong.

I dream of having something new with you,

where we're never left alone with daisies,

no petals there to pull--

there would be no way to love the other "not".

So let me hold hands with you,

intertwine those fingers with mine

and I promise to bite my tongue.