dont mess with texas

if only the words that scream from my fingers
could roll from my lips
i could tell you.
if i had the gumption during coffee
that cursed my sleep in the wee hours
i could tell you.
ironicly you know more about me
then any one
except one simple fact
so simple i can't even
write it
it screams,
like a country song
it hums in my head like bad wires, crossing

im sorry
that all you get is the fuckin static

pirate flags

who am i to point out the holes in your raft?
here.
ill share my bucket with you
and some how
we will laugh
at our own boat building skills
at the wine corks we've use to plug the holes
at our prunny toes

and randomly yell
"land hoe"
even thou the coast will probly never, be clear

with one graceful movement
she wipes the slate clean
of an un-marred past

i deny your future
to become our past

she allows the secrets
of others closed doors
to shadow her choices

i lock the door
before you can even knock

she closes her eyes
as the sun sets and moon rises
in attempt to stop time

i send you off
before you ask to stay

she swears
she does this
for me

even broke ain't free

your touch
chastised
lending doubt
your words
broke me
lending doubt
your platitude
examined me...
naked

i lay here.
in shock
in denial
in nightie
knowing only
that i will pay for this
intrusion
and its consequences

with out ever comprehending
the price
or toll.

she steps
quietly
pacing in
small spaces

she murmurs
audibly
of whats come
n whats gone

she reaches
uncertainly
for a future
she cant name

she covets
doubt
declaring it
the only dependable emotion

mistaking
hesitation
for preservation
she watches as life
falls thru her fingers like sand

vain attempt to change an
unsuspecting future
placing transparencies over

snap shots, of us

the one were you stand
facing stark truths
and i stand
facing dreams un touched

pretending our hands
touch
creating illusions
of compassion
photo chopping in
love

formatting truths in simple denial

with heavy hands
i lift the illusion
i let nature show
what i am forced to accept

the one were i stand
facing stark truths
and you stand
facing your own

standing
side by side
back to back
looking at our own horizons

we recognize nothing
except what is behind us

exhuming trinkets of my past
finding that i can tell you their story
but i no longer feel
under
them
they are memories
not talismans

rocks skipped across my glass lake
making no ripples
just soft sighs
as i finally release them

one word
a thousand pictures

the sum of what you have to say is more then lost love and broken hearts