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the nights belong to the wind and this mid-autumn chill.
the wind rouses me in the hour when even the cricket sleeps.
my days longer than the sunshine - i push and push and push.
what will i regret if my deathbed finds me sooner than is just?
how are you?
we are all preachers in empty churches. 
the choir is here,
but they’ve gone out to lunch.
plus, they’re just here to sing.
the candles have blown out from all my hot air.
so now i’ll just listen.
i have nothing to say.
and nobody listens,
and fuck your ‘how are you?’
i don’t think you really want to hear my answer.
the care isn’t there, let’s face it, it isn’t.
so i dream now of soft eyes and soft touch,
and three unmediated deep breaths.
21st century smile
ojitos
your eyes are pretty today,
the color of your scarf.
you say they are green from crying…
tears bring beauty, or is it the other way around?
yesterday they were the color of your shall.
the light-brown one made of wool.
the sleeved one that wraps around my cold bones.
that draws me in like the last moments of light.
Adaptation
it’s the age of adapting.
it’s the age of a change.
it’s the age of ‘i wish things would just stay the same.’
it’s one day for a crash & a lifetime to heal.
it’s the time…what is time? is it fake? is it real?
it’s the place that you go to to hang on to life
by a thread, oh it’s slipping!
no, now things are just right.
i’m so lost, i know everything. i hate being right
all the time.
i just want to stop moving,
oh i just want to land.
i just want to make love and make beautiful plans!
i want civilization to crumble and fall.
i don’t want to hear leafblowers.
i don’t want to see malls.
but i’m not quite prepared yet,
i still want to hang on
to the rail of this ship as it sinks in the fog.
the flame is still flickering from the last drop of fuel.
now let’s gather together without any rules
and take one great big, giant collective inhale,
and let’s blow out the flame that burns sickly and pale
and too long.
you are tired of shackles, you are tired of chains.
you are ready to no longer cling to this game.
you are ready. accept that things don’t have to be how they are.
peace and quiet
If you mend my clothes, darling,
I will grow our food.
I’ll hunt the demons trespassing
on the fullest moon.
I know you want peace and quiet
the same way that I do…
and I think we’ll have it soon.
Shivering together is not like shivering alone.
I’ll build a fire in the stove,
grab the quilt your mother wove,
and we’ll lie here together until from the sun your skin glows.
Then outside we’ll bask in it
under the trees, by the river,
counting blessings but never the days,
and the myriad ways in which
I love you.
