I see my shadow

I see my shadow as I pass
I see yours too, it’s big.
I see it in the summer light
I see it on this pig.

Every shadow that I meet
I wave and say hello;
And when the sun goes down
My shadow drifts into the sea.

Its sad to say goodbye sometimes
Its sad to look away
But things come back
Like all these birds
Who chirp and chirp away.

Anxiety

scrawling some news on the back of a letter
the writing were good if the paper were better.

people will come
people will go

people will lie
people will know

people will lose
people will burn
people will leave
people return.

I wish I could put a name to my fear;
I wish we were close,
I wish you were near.

I wish you were here on a bike and a sled
We could play in the yard
We could build in the shed

We could take out guitars
We could plant a new tree
We could get real bizarre
We could talk about me

And all that it’s worth
And all that we’re able.
I’d give my whole life;
I’ll punch through a table.

people will come
people will go

people will lie
people will know.



remember that day

Remember that day
You showed up late
And said those words to me:
“I’ll love you till the rocks come down.”
It was just you and me.

It was a bright and Bluebird Day
And talk and talk we did.
And when you took out Gatorade
I thought “MAN, my dad’s the shit!”

Fast Forward;
Though it happened slow;
It got warm;
It got cold;
It got tense;
It got torn;
Over and over till a baby was born.

Want to play?
Can’t today.
Wanna talk?
Late for walks.
Wanna spit?
You still doing that?
Wanna swing?
Don’t wear my ring.
Wanna riot.
SHH! Quiet.

And now my room was eaten up
And now my time with you was up;
And now I share your wild focus
As we brace for sounds like locusts.

Would you bite into an apple thinking about me?
Would you build a swing set in the backyard all for me?

Will you take me on some trips?
France: for bread and cake?
Will you take me off to Spain
For bulls and wine and lakes?

You have another child I can see it in your face;
You have another child she has claimed a master race.
My memories deleting while this new one flops about.
All my height marks in bright green have now been all crossed out.

Have your kid;
Live your life;
Pretend that you are free.
“I’ll love you till the rocks come down.”
Is what you said to me.