Too many words unsaid
There are too many words unsaid,
too many worlds between.
A balance unseen, exposed
I cleaned shit, I left your bed unclean.
The warm cat took priority.
Our priorities are differenter than they should be.
I feel you blame me
Maybe I was a child too.
Touch the sky to my armraise the fine hairsto the electricity of the beatingsomewhere there are drums to followbeats to beara path to take us there.Touch the path with Windigoand there he liessolid and coldno breath in his skinthose antlers have driven out the partsthat made the within.Don't look behind youyou might find a sorrowyou missed the first time somehowwhere silence meets the lightningand no grass grows.
Smellling the wind
There is a girl living in my back yard,She fits with the pomagranates and tall grasses in her tent.My house is full of boys and life and peace too.What more?Red gowns, glitter blackssunset beaches and coconut treesBut adventure here is a new Indian restaurantfinding new tasteslamb currie and kokopeli in the windwhat is this what is thatAdventure here isa new class, learning new thingsbecause even with red gownsand sunset beachesI would be restless seeking another adventure.My face is to the windand I can smell change.