Tagged: past
the right words cost an
the right words cost an
arm and a leg – no one warns
you when you are just
starting out. it takes decades to
roll them out appropriately
.
20170515:2237
y
we are daring, we
we are daring, we
are impulsive, pushing the
boundaries of these
tales we tell ourselves, and the
ones into which we aim to grow
.
20170508:0748
y
perhaps months,
perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t –
we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
20170502:0738
y
there are many hows
there are many hows
to securing the past and
sometimes present, not
so many clues to locking
on, safeguarding the future
.
20170409:1049
y
there are at least four
there are at least four
hundred and twenty-
eight songs i no longer
play, not counting the
accidental shuffles, one-
point-one days of ditties
i will not d.j. for
guests nor the company
of one. between past and
present, there is a
gap, where last played
rehearses silently, confined
to a losing history
.
20170330:2205
y
the ones you miss
the ones you miss
most are the ones
who depart the
soonest – trying to
get out of that one
requires a time
machine or two
fingers of whiskey
.
20170330:2048
y
it’s unsafe to say
it’s unsafe to say
whenever i undo the
curtain tiebacks in
the bedroom, i recall your
fingers in the morning light,
somewhere between
steadiness
and urgency,
are we really doing
this? and we are
doing this. in a language
that can only reside in the
past, it’s safe to explore
every reimagining
.
20170326:1247
y
