Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Ramshackle Beauty To Be

Where is that well-ordered place of which we dream?
And who can long live in it once they’ve found it
Out? It’s a hired liar’s lie, something like a hotel room
With all life ironed out smooth as sheets
So as we can finally get things done, finally
Get around to whatever we were really
Going to do with ourselves.
The worst thing in a story is to be expected.
And the worst thing in a story is to be
Expected. How do you expect
A happy end to be happy
And beautiful?





Thursday, January 1, 2009

Resolution

Make a red glass sing,
Drink it down and think
About all the days you made
And all the debts you never paid.
You'll find an answer 
Tomorrow!

 It's a hard life for trying
In this kingdom of men and crying.
Fill up the cup up loud
Make a slanted sound
What questions are lost
Tonight?

 Sleep. Sleep and dream
Dream anew and it'll all seem
Better. Or wake,
Rise up, damn the others, shake,
Shake in a sunrise joyful,

Today, today and forever.