You're So Busy, So That's Why
you're so busy, so that's why
and she is busy, and I don't have to ask and they're also busy, they don’t have the time busy in life, busy tonight what is ‘busy’ for? you don't answer me at all what is your ‘busy’ for? busy with your own life are your friends busy with their lives, or are their lives yours? oh yours, yours, you never get bored what is your busy for?
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your name is
I don't know your name and I shouldn't have guessed it
so long as the sunset comes
eerie night and lemonade sun
devoid of hope and embraced in song
I shouldn't have to guess it
-s's.
your face changes when you think of a memory
Crushed dearly beneath plush blanket, blue sounds awaken
I woke up, morning early brightness
touched the ground and touched my whole face
Cold and white mist enveloped the space within
walking into buildings armored in smells of fresh paper
Sitting softly low rising presence, I am to stay patient,
Wear the act, contract, observe, and write
-s.s.
Walt Whitman
I’ll never have time to kill. I never wanted to
but you must do
i guess i should stay and never come out
and wait for the gold to explode
because time is winding in now
the fish hooks look in tides for something
i wish i was just finely thinned out
into nothing
-s's.
a high up spaceship light blinking rudely at night
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
for the past three days there was
no beat or no pulse
even in the ringing of bells, no melody buzzes
wet droplets of rain accumulate on the window pane
willful stillness, a shot of the past that nobody could claim
A dive this way
In some way, at dusk, somehow tired, I entertain myself with you.
I remember your face almost vague and a misty smile.
I hear a voice clear as crystal, but this is what is odd:
I see a window within a window.
Oct 2023
it’s my summer day, I hold you in song And sing you You were taught to not
you never have,
Nor will you.
I was all alone until you came to save me I met you on the daybreak
I met you on again in different places Met you in so many places, I can’t count
I can't count
-s's.
and the stars are fitting, in the ice blue city Atmosphere of light and dust, I breathe through the magic of us
-s's.
you always come with the bad news
I always wonder if you had to
The bad news is
I never will
bereave these nights
so slow and lowly
wandering mind
learns about the things you hide
-s’s.
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