One more run

Hello,
Health
How ya been?
I heard she saw you
Crossing the street
Waving goodbye’s
As the train went by.
You are that one celebrity,
You know you will always be loved.

Hey there
Health,
Where ever did you go?
Is the grass really greener on the other side?
And how is the neighbor’s lawn treating you?
How are you treating him?
I hear he’s getting old
And he’s told his wife
Just how he feels about you
You know its about time you pack up and move on
The song youre signing
Hasn’t known radio waves in ages
I think its time to upgrade
You're too bulky, for our generation
Our generation of small and sleek
Of fast and free.

Hi again,
Health.
So glad to have you back,
I always did love retro
And figured I didn’t belong in this era
You are my vintage friend
I’ve opened my door again
And set my pride down
Long enough to tell you I’ve missed you.
To tell you my lungs didn’t hold breath the same way without you here
My tongue hasn’t tasted ‘sweet’ in years
And these tears
Have looked more like acid rain,
When my body isn’t too dry to produce them
I was used to then,
Until you hopped on that train.
But don’t worry I understand,
I know we all need to travel
All need to leave sometime.

Goodbye again health,
It was nice to have you back.

drifting

Spent the night with soft slumber again
Waved hello
as quickly as I waved goodbye;
We used to be so close-

I miss the sweet taste sleep came with,
Back then.
Back when nothing could keep us from the time we spent together,
REM and I,
But why bother fight
What years filled with life
brought me to
Why bother fight
That these sunsets
and sunrises are both occupied
By thoughts and songs
And when we are lucky, arms.

The last twelve hours
Are littered with unkempt promises to myself
With the best of intentions,
I could simply never make it to.

Agreeing to let go, for now.
To rest
To recover
To prepare myself
for yet another sunrise
For yet another day
filled until that follow of sunset
I don’t regret
The few hours a day
where I belong to another world.
A softer, less critical one
Where nothing is hanging
on the hinges of distrust
Or voyeurs.
These voyages
Are my own.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep again,
You will learn
that those around you
Will forgive your current state,
Will be there when you wake.

doorstep vagabond

Found wandering the back alley
Like door step vagabond
All residential neighbourhood
Misunderstood
Saying
‘I belong here’
I belong here.
The years
Of stepping on the sidewalk cracks
Have amounted to some seriously bad luck
But that doesn’t mean hes given up
On finding a space large enough
To hold hat rack
from where he can rock comfort
As he looks back
on when life
was a little rougher,
When his skin was a little tougher
and bits of broken glass
were mere pebbles beneath his feet
when he knew the luxury
of tasting sunlight on a grassy knoll
when everyone else did as well
so that he could pretend
he was just one of them.
he had once,
been just one of them

............

On an evening for red roses
we all eventualy revisit
these lives we have chosen
(bare in mind - we do
the best we can)

Do not be fooled
into believing
they had forgotten eachother.
when we believe we are watching out
for the others
we have held.
the others we have come
to recognize
as family.
red roses
were no longer home

ive only heard this story
from a distance
but the colour of these flower petals
sound like the history
of knowing who we love
to me

i am certain
we do the best we can
with how we know to love

Familiarity

I want you in that-
‘this is really scary’
kind of way

in that
‘I want you so so so bad,
I could hardly even begin
to tell you about it’
way

I’ve come to want you so much
that even a dream without your face
seems lonely
Because you’re home to me,
Or at least you should be…

You’re front door
straight into living room
Leading to the kitchen
with counters we sat on,
spent our lives talking around...
I want the sound
of floor boards creaking,
and old staircases
that whisper like guests come night time…
Of windows that don’t open well,
But that you've learnt to crack
With fingers tricks
that make things smoother
than WD40 could.

I want the cradle that is my arm
to know warm skin again,
To know the way children pretend
life is exactly what they want from it
I want you-
Because I’ve needed
to alter my definition of mother
Because I’m learning
to live with little more
than memory of father,
Because you were certainly
never a brother
I shudder,
at that thought.
Because I miss my sister.

I want you back,
Image the home movie of when I was too young to remember
told me I once had
The way I once knew to live with you
To love you
To live by you…

I want to see the comfort in blood ties
and slightly bruised finger,
from years of having the same one on.

There are too many things
missing from the picture
And the mantle
has been collecting dust,
Abandoned, empty
Of base
Of bonds
Of giant boulders of strength
I want it all,
The image of family