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Sunday, August 23, 2009
As They Say, "Everyone is Someone in Hollywood."
Waking up on the other side of the country feels different.
It smells different; it tastes different; it looks different.
Enlightening is the word that comes to mind.
The only unsettling thing is this new nomadic lifestyle:
Waking up in a new hotel room everyday
Writing on notepads, hiding letters to future wanderers
Living out of weekly suitcases and travel bags
Continental breakfasts and squeaky elevator doors
Dry heat and mountainous nose bleeds
I record voice memos just to remind myself that I have a voice
I touch the street corners off of Sunset blvd. just to feel something
And it's fun to pretend that we spent time here once, alone
In a time long ago before it was overcrowded with binoculars, maps, and overgrown sunglasses
That we had our own places, you and I
We were regulars at the Coffee Bean off of Argyle Avenue
That the clerks at the Grove knew us by name
We were one, and we shed all, if any, discomforts down Fairfax
And, as it was in their nature, the crowds would smile
As if they knew that it was some kind of celebrity crush
But the hotel sheets aren't as soft as I remember
The company a bit bleak and lyrics a bit dim
And it's hard to duck under mirrors everyday
Without anyone getting a little suspicious
As I begin to scream your name throughout the canyons,
And whistle your songs in every crevice of this place,
I'll live everyday by your voice and your aching presence
That seems to surround every pulsing muscle wrapped around my shaking bones
It isn't your fault that your needs weren't met here on the west coast
But it won't stop me from recreating you on every mountainside.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
As If the Heavens Opened For Only A Second Leaving Me Breathless and At Peace
I want you to know, my beautiful angel-
That your wings are so sweet and delicate.
I've seen many feathered surfaces and yours, my dear, are by far the fairest.
The boys, they taunt you because you aren't too normal
One day you shed your rough skin of scales
For that of gold and purity
And I commend you for this, my Seraphim
Because you have saved me when in thorn
Crawling through the darkest of sands and desperation
Lifting me up with soft pillowy hands
And placing me on the highest of mountains
Surrounded by the comfort of trees of security
And you sprinkled your modesty upon my body
Kissing my neck with transparent lips of dancing delight
You picked me up and dusted me off with a blissful blow
And although I cannot see your face, as you glow light a crack of lighting
I rather be blind and see those eyes
As I know that saving grace originates behind your lids
And love is the explosions between your fingertips.
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