Like a candle lit on both ends
Everything you do colors me you and what’s you is me,
and what’s me is transparency only filled in by what is you,
every day is a sameness-stillness, feel the slow dead flow
of timeless ageless formless space wrap its arms around you, hands on your
shoulders, eight years dancing, eight more driving home, home, home.
Certain chain reactions brought about the day’s stillness in your glacial eyes
in your last breath living saw hopeful springs reflected forth in mine,
light carried forth in photons reflected crosswise-timewise across one plane
then onto two, how do you position yourself in space, I wonder? How do you
reorient yourself in time, I know, it’s fairly simple, but you lived on past
every day, everywhere I know, you were only energy as I am only energy,
and what colors me colors you and what once was you is me, and I am
some complex arrangement of carbon much the same as you or him or her,
not so very different fundamentally, I know, but lit alive with certain somethings,
connected in the sameness, held together in the stillness, loudly we are you and me,
not me and I alone, love, love, loving this is observation thus this is certainty,
every day a same stillness, every day a color you and her and him and me.
everything burns twice as fast
All the other pretty girls are better than you.
Red, white, and marigold shadow-cast blue, viola and coneflower violet, all the reflected hues and three kinds of flowers are the simplest way to describe the color of you as I see it, and I am an artist so I think I should call it most accurate but I can gather the spectrum of colors and analyze you, not validation but answers. This is no place for logic but logic called it home, instinct called it everything sharp, and I do say you would trade me a sip of kerosene for my last drink of water, and a lighter for my last spot of shade.
Or at least they are not as crazy as you.
Red, red-white, white, and oxford weave blue-white, progress’ glow in the acetylene torch
in my heavy hand as I spot-weld the steel, sparks reflecting off tinted safety-glass, fill in the gaps,
heavy Kevlar gloves, polycarbonate patriot patching what was made wrong in iron, now right
in that blinding, fused colored light, I watched you become the sculptor and I the witness to your pride,
and doesn’t it feel honest and doesn’t it feel innocent, to you? Don’t you feel innocent in your honesty,
wasn’t it a lie for some time, the greatest secret from you, that my outside color did not reflect the inside hue, that how you saw the surface wasn’t actually you but instead broken and crackled, so minutely fragile, so carefully etched with acid just waiting to shatter, and you told me, you told me it was true. Oh thank you, I know, thank you so dearly, thank you so dearly but there is always someone else better than you or us and he or she, much gentler than we and much more patriotic than me.
the past burns alive to illuminate itself a golden age
And don’t it say that you say that it says that I said you were somebody’s first place prize,
what is your life but a beat and a rhythm along a long every last second, at last
a thump, thump, clattering clamor commotion, and there you go, you see? Ain’t there a reason,
ain’t that a good reason to stay? You told me, ha-ha laughing, tap-tap tapping,
shouting for someone to see, always shouting for someone to see, ain’t she pretty?
Aren’t you pleased, aren’t you pleased with yourself? Well that’s how it’s gonna be.
she was a first class beauty but mostly to me
You know how if you got a kitten and it wants you to come see, it mopes around meowing?
*mrow* said the kitty, won’t you come and play with me, won’t you come, won’t you please?
Why you gotta be so complicated, my buddy, just throw a guitar string at me, I’ll bat it and
prance and just dance so carefree. Well, aren’t you something kitty, aren’t you something else?
Where are your worries? Aren’t you so pretty and perfect and fluffy and mean, yeah, aren’t
you so mean, dearest kitty, why are you so mean? You bite me and claw me and eat me alive,
and I’m pretty darn sure you’d shatter my heart if you were a human, but *mrow* says the kitty,
won’t you just come and play with me please?
I probably wouldn’t forgive you if I was still me
There wasn’t much of anything you regretted? you asked me one day, you know how I worry
about that everything and anything. I know, I said, and I’d make it easier but a part of
not regretting is knowing, not knowing what to say and what to do at most given moments,
but I’m lonesome my buddy, I am lonesome, and in my dreams I’m on fire and I am burning alive,
I am burning, I’m burning, but I don’t really dream anymore, to be honest, I don’t dream anymore.
What do you think is the future? you asked me. What about the future? I said, I’m hopeful, I guess.
I don’t think there is one, you said, just darkness, no good things are coming, I feel.
Well I’ve had enough of that darkness, I said, I know what happened to the future,
I’ll tell you exactly what happens and how it goes: I’ll take the future and light it on fire,
what is our future I’m wondering, now that it’s drenched in cold, unleaded gasoline?
For you I’ll burn away all that darkness, I’ll drop a match in a world soaked with gasoline.