Up The River

I

We came to the place that was founded by men who risked and lost lives in the mouths of great beasts whose fat was burned to light the page and warm the bones of men’s children. Presidents came, and prostitutes too, in days best remembered in drawings and the fading photographs that line the entry to the place built to house weapons that is now home to books.

II

We walked in the shadows of Martin Van Buren and waded in puddles of forgotten tears. We listened to stories, with rhythms and melodies, borrowed and plundered, of fathers and kings and lovers long gone.

III

We answered the questions as well as we could, not knowing how honest or accurate we were able to be. We waited for sunshine and cried for the past and we buried our gold in the hungry dirt of Finland.

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More light than dark

I

I feel like there’s more light than dark
But I have felt like this before
And each time I slide back
But each time I come back stronger
Like, what doesn’t kill you
And each time I hear a sound I hadn’t heard before
This time it was a brittle crack
that rippled down from my skull to the bones of my
extremities

II

Earthquakes happen all the time
just beneath the surface
of Earth’s thin crust, stretched across its molten core
like our skin, absorbing all of our
experiences

III

I left in the middle, for something else, and
realized that you were gone and
felt happy for you that you had found
finality

The Price

All knowledge comes at a price. 

When the cost is ignorance, it’s a bargain

but when it demands more – 
innocence or fidelity or faith – 
it can be unaffordable. 
Sometimes knowledge exacts its price from unwilling hands, 
at the point of violence.

It’s Funny How Beautiful

I

It’s funny how beautiful the world looks this morning
In the glow of a love as ancient and inevitable as the rising sun
The day after a show, or something equally profound,
Hums and crackles with a renewed belief in the ability
Of ideas and passions to share their strength
Across times that share no dates
Between people who have not met
And paths that do not cross

II

We carried your love across the oceans of night
Through the land of dreams
Just to plant your flag in the soft soil of this morning

III

Long may she wave

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