Where the Meanings Are

You, me
Dark in between
So close and still oh so far
Grass, high
Moon in the sky
Can't tell the fireflies from the stars

I search
Somehow it hurts
Half heart aching to be whole
What's worse
Dreamers curse
Harvest the pieces of my soul

Close your eyes
Look inside
I see who you are
Pale blue eyes
Don't you hide
Meet me where the Meanings are

Back porch
I hold a torch
Smoke signals spell out your name
Warm core
Felt this before
Still I will never be the same

Close your eyes
Look inside
I won't be too far
Pale blue eyes
Don't you hide
Meet me where the Meanings are

Down to the Riverside Now?

6/20/10

What better than a sunny day
To melt away a yesterday?
I'd rather not remember.
I'd rather not remember.

I'd rather not remember
How deep the river ran,
How you woke up with a smile
As my skin began to tan.

I tore my scribbled pages
And smeared the ink across
The wisdom of the sages
Laid to rest in soggy moss.

You said, "We're made for healing,"
As if I was unaware.
Some hearts are made for stealing;
Others break beyond repair.

I'd rather not remember
How deep the river ran.
I'd rather not remember
How in love with you I am.

I'll be the one to take you home
But I'll be driving back alone
I wonder if you know how much it hurts to say goodbye.
How long am I to hold you
Before someone else will scold you?
Guess I'm learning to let go of you tonight.
Yes, I'm learning to let go of you tonight.

I'd rather not remember
How deep the river ran.
I'd rather not remember
How in love with you I am,
How in love with you I am.

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
I have only half my heart.
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
When you spread my legs apart,
That you found, found, found,
I could fasten on so tight.
I could suffocate you sweetly;
I would wrong to feel all right.
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,
That you never called my bluff,
And will be sorry, sorry, sorry,
That your love was not enough.

I made you because I needed a place to be honest.
Maybe poetic.
He's not it.
Because you're not it.

The Orange Curtain

by Lilian Bui 12/4/2009

Hey, you over there!
Yeah,
You.

The one with the Kanye glasses,
The roofoveryourhead,
The Benz,
The flat screen,
The savings plan,
The diamond-studded diamonds on your
Favorite Coach handbag.

What right do you have to feel sorry for yourself?

He says,
"My parents won't ever get me,"
Swiping Daddy's credit card.
"I can't afford my membership,"
Ever thought of getting a job, working hard?

She says,
"My boyfriend left me yesterday"
Well, he wasn't good enough.
"I feel so lost and lonely"
Join the fucking club.

Children of the Middle Class -
Because you are just children -
Times are hard for the rest of us.

Self-pity
Is your biggest
Luxury.

from 1263

by Emily Dickinson

(on books)

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.

Lunch

written 12/3/2009 about summer 2009

Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
I ate my lunch alone.
Instead of Ivory Tower,
I resigned on Ivory Throne.

Ya shoulda seen me yesterday;
At odds and out of tune -
I left the cafeteria
To sit in Women's Room.

The pinstripe men of morning
(And the high-heeled women too)
Were such lackluster company
I opted for the loo.

Don't judge or dare to discount
My taste in lunch locale.
I'd sooner ingest feces
Than feign a high morale.

They chit-chit chitter chatter
As they talk about themselves
Who-slept-with-who and whoknowswhat
Within the personnel.

I can't believe my 9 to 5
Renders every ounce of gall.
If you had to work here, people,
You'd be down in the next stall.