movement towards free

i hope that one day
when i see you on tv
i'll flashback to this beginning
ramon noodles, scratched up knees

to these late nights in astoria
colored porches, city breeze
walking sockless round the corner
to see plastic, lit up trees

to these triangle
sandwiches and
pregnant pots of tea
before we split in two directions
like a bunny's crashing skiis

to these talks of will and focus
and what to feed
our dreams
how the riches that we pined for
were the times that came for free

i hope that when i see you
see you on tv
you'll be glowing from the knowing
kindly noted for your "please"

thank you for the singing
for the strumming of my strings
from the corner of my matress
comes the movement
towards free

live in twos

straw sticks
in sticky shoots
like squashed up birdsnests
to the souls of these boots

snow crackles round
the lakes frozen blue
the parts fit together
with invisible glue

we're tired of the battle
the grocery aisle's choose
the model's puckered lips
the crazy man's ques

the smokies poke their ledges
toward the plaster of the moon
crosswinds lining up the grasses
like a weaver's rythmic loom

we've got our tanks and tonkas
we've got our dirty dues
our wireless negotiations
our dusty, unused pews

the birds are kind and feathered
beaks pecking at my shoes
with their tiny tear dropped bodies
they shift my wordly views

we don't have to live in twos
mixed up story, mother goose
the workings of the inner world's
not blinking on the news

return to shine

---------------------------------photo christina poindexter


at what point
was your army built?
your tires popped?
your jewels spilt?

your mirror draped?
your eyes drawn?
your costume shed
from queen to pawn?

your windows fogged?
your horses tied?
your eggs dropped?
your wires fried?

your chapel burned?
your trial tried?
your judgement learned?
your dream box pried?

pin you villian -
the cause of blind
open tenderly
return to shine