Every time I shed tears
In the last past years
When I pass through the hills
Oh, what images return
Oh I yearn
For the roots of the woods
That origin of all my strong and strange moods
I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
I grew up in declivities
Others grow up in cities
Where first love and soul takes rise
There were times in my life
When I felt mad and depraved
And only the slopes gave me hope
When I pass through the leg high grass I shall die
Under the jasmin I shall die
Under the elder tree
And need not try to prepare for a new coming day
Where is it that fills the deepness I feel
You will say I’m not Robin the Hood
But how could I hide from top to foot
That I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh I lost something in the hills
Now I lean on my window sill
And I cry, though it’s silly
And I’m dreaming of off and away
Oh I know further west these hills exist
Marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook
That leads me wherever I want it to
Well I lost something in the hills
I lost something in the hills
Oh, I lost something in the hills
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Like apples in a bowl, her
Sweet rotten flesh
Cupped by cusps of oranges
Spilling down an open front
Everything here glistens
With sweat, silver beads of
Compromised light
Saturday, March 21st, 2009
the tiny penumbra that forms on the dotted i
a wink, a sun, a pool, a ray of manta light
all these and more obscure the crescendo
when wind and bells peal through your heart
strips you of
emotion
well you have become a god now
a number embedded in the singular eye
a sink, a pun, a new way of taking flight
less the sum, the sun was warm, when still i
ran polluted through chasms to an open bay
well you have become a god now
in case of hope
panic
The thing will burst, that nothing, that gray bubble doubling back
I am sure of it
When I left the office today, the sun was out, and it was bright and furry like it would still be out when I reached home, and the thought of it overwhelmed me; I got so worked up, tears came to my eyes, which is stupid to say how much weather or light or warmth affects me with all its yellow purrs and promises but that’s what happened; Daylight Savings Time rescued me from the tracks and now we’re springing forward hand-in-hand to a brilliantly indistinct tomorrow, just missing the black train rushing down below and past. As if I were a believer of tomorrows.