The towers did fall
With quakes, dust and deception
In to war, we march

You touched my face in
Somber solitude, so much
Anger in your eyes

The Only One I Wanna Know;

Make me tell you why I stare up at night, why I love you in the candlelight, tell me to be your valentine, you’re the only one I wanna know.

Bring the soles of your shoes to my doorstep, come inside, take a seat. I wanna break your pattern, I wanna show you laughter, I wanna build you a lantern. Light so bright the neighbors complain. Pick the lint from my short-sleeved soul. I wanna be handsome again.
Roll my uneasy courage in a hand towel, take it to the edge of those nights, let me learn to float to you, with words so light you can sleep on ‘em.
I’ll write “I’m here now” across your fingertips, a period for good measure. You’ll never forget me.
I’ll carry you through movie reels on the back of my eyes, I’ll even ignore the X’s on the trees that we pass on our walks.
Run next to me, match my step,
You can leave sometimes, but come back tenfold, in the summer wind lines, gift me wind chimes from your own fire and steel, pound them out with your fists, I knew I saw that fire so long ago.
I’ve been driving through midnights with a pen and a question. “Where does it end?” on every napkin I can lay my hands on. I think of you and all the hard leather men in hard leather boots having silent nights on the roads of our labor. Don’t do it, don’t let yourself grow mute,

Make me tell you why I stare up at night, why I love you in the candlelight, tell me to be your valentine, you’re the only one I wanna know.

Untitled.

I stopped checking the clock
It was useless to count, the minutes everlasting
I rathered the time pass like the steady motion of waves crashing
Rather than a knock every night on my backdoor where no one stood,
I let the time simply slip out into the street.
Back to the highways and gravel access roads, you hid
Where you didn’t have to see me anymore.

You stuffed the past in an old tent bag and dropped it from Devil’s Cliff Face.
You don’t fool me, the sun rises blue for you these days.
Azure frustration carved into hollow-souled trees, I understand
Please know that I understand.
Put out the fire, stop the ashes from spreading
Meet me in town where we used to take late night walks
Let’s sign a treaty of battle rules, Lets clear the dead so the cannons can rock once more
I don’t ask for your surrender, God Knows I need a reason to leave this town too.

Twos

It used to be twos
A car drifts without a driver, just like you seemed to move from me
We approached the sweet, inevitable late night crash
The two headlights burned, like owl eyes
I felt like running
I used to cut my neighbors grass for two dollar bills, he fancied them
I’d fold them into boats, and leave them on your doorstep in the summer

You told me when we were ten that you liked the number two
The next day I brought you two copies of Hanson’s new cd, I didn’t quite understand the concept yet
But you liked me for it
You brought me two flowers from your front garden, a rose and a dandelion
It pricked my finger, I was caught up, I put two band aids on to celebrate you.
We were locked in conversation always, growing in subject with our age; you tried to destroy being…you.
I remembered, and waited. I bought you two corsages the year you decided to live again, one for each arm, you looked like royalty.
As we drifted you liked to call us the “unbreakables”. We’re not so broken. You still walk through my forethoughts, I hold out hope.
I hold out because I remember , it’ll always be twos.