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Finally I'm wrong and I know it, but not willing to show it, 'til finally, finally I break the string. Which one way was better? See neither? No never? Tied twice to be tethered in two? Finally I learn to tell the truth to myself. I wrote every letter, not sung them much better, but when will I learn to make you sing? Finally I learn to tell the truth to you. Finally I learn to tell the truth.

Garter Snake I sold Saturday's blues for a Sunday hue, maybe a moment too soon. Now: new, alone, and awake, I am a garter snake blending my color with you. Fortune favors my weakness, I was never a fake but almost halfway there. Moving myself along and knowing that I'm wrong, eating my dining room chair. I am addicted to indecision. I am addicted and I feel wicked. Does history repeat? I'm sure it could be sweet, but not a weekend repair. The crime is knowing nothing at all, but standing seven feet tall trapped in the mirror again. I'm fucking no one at all and staring straight at the wall, its something I used to do. What pleasure I choose to keep after I buried it deep, try to uncover it all. I am addicted to indecision. I am addicted and I feel wicked. New, alone, and awake I am a garter snake.

Mouthful of Glass Let me know when you go. I've got a mouth full of glass and no one to ask. I've got a mouth full of glass and no one to tell about it. There's something here.

Golden (For Mark) Golden boy, your ma's greatest joy. Hiding the butt of your cigarette. Not a word, your thoughts knitted and purled, neatly wrapped over your shoulder. You're much too young to face the barrel of a gun, sidling up to your doorstep. Golden, yes, now just wishes at best. I never got to know you. Saw your face neither time nor a place, a picture upon her mantle. I saw her cry a handful of times wondering who you'd have been. You're much too young to face the barrel of a gun, but you're not the first nor the last. Frozen time now forever a child, as I grow you stay just the same.

Where We Live
One day I’ll find a house where we could live. Shut your eyes, quiet life in weeping hands. Tree of life, with ripened vines that bear no fruit. Turn away, feeding fire and wasting heat. Honeycomb, soft unknowing, gritted teeth. Canopy, covered island, warm and sweet. Heaving sigh with wine and rye that ring in tune. Gone away, nervous laughter, fitted sheet.

What Will I Do
What will I do if it never amounts to you? I try to walk away when I don’t know what to say about you. What will I do if it never amounts to you? I walked away but I wanted you to stay. You didn’t ask for me, so I thought I needed something more. I mean, I did, but was I worth moving for? I see you on the street in open air and in my core I hear the rhythm of a song I knew before. What will I do if it never amounts to you? I try to walk away when I don’t know what to say about you. What will I do if it never amounts to you? I walked away but I wanted you to stay. I didn’t say the things that I know now I’m through the door. I didn’t know myself, but when will I know myself? It complicated me, but I’m not alone in this- I know it was a habit, I want to break all of those now. What will I do if it never amounts to you? I try to walk away when I don’t know what to say about you. What will I do if it never amounts to you? I walked away.

Tone Pome
Snow falling on the ground. Doesn’t make a sound. Paints a living portrait in the window of my living room. Speak when there’s nothing left to say. When words evolve from clay they sink into your bones and they find a way to stiffen you (as they often do). I couldn’t hold a thought, a memory in rot now delicate and frail. Time, meet me in the pale, alternating when it soon begins to bend. Snow falling on the ground. Effervescent town, riding in the spring to bring another wound to bloom again. Fold in upon the earth, reverse internal birth, reborn until the end. Catch still a moving part, weathering the start, echoing a wren.

Wash It Away
Don’t lie. The notes are on the page waiting every day for a fuller life. A statement lying bare behind closed eyes. I wish it wouldn’t bother staying underwater when it must rise. When the world is ending and there’s no pretending that its alright now: It was cruel to be so kind. I must admit I’m through with it and wash it away. Finding the key to get rid of me, wash it away. Sunrise, drifting through the curtain, knowing where the hurt is so it won’t bite. A reel without a lure is just a fools fight. What’s another word for leaving things unheard without the right line? When your heart is breaking and there’s no mistaking that you’ve done wrong now- you were cruel to be so kind. I must admit I’m through with it and wash it away.

Maya, Please
Four and seventeen, not much for meaning. Brood and brush and coins for wishing. Maya, Maya, please. Quarters in the air, a reign of feeling. Pardoning the wealthy ceiling. Maya, Maya, please. Listen to the way you lead- a voice of glass, an empty mass. Slithering apart the nerve to say its not the same, but its not. Four and seventeen, not much for meaning. Maya, please, the grace of giving. Maya, Maya, please forgive me.

Defeat
I’m not one for admitting defeat even when its handed to me. What more did I need? What thrill did I seek? Climb the wall and prove it to me. Upside down don’t mean anything. A foot in my mouth, a small change of scenery. Sink into the couch, farewell to the greenery. Goodbye last time, I won’t repeat. Slow or fast to hear everything. Composing a word and take back the meaning. I promised my best, but that’s not what I’m giving.