There’s Nothing

October 8, 2009

There’s nothing in my head
that wouldn’t fit on a platter,

There’s nothing I’ve said
that I couldn’t have said better,

There’s nothing in my chest
that holds any magic,

There’s nothing in my soul
if there was you could have it,

There’s nothing in my liver
where the ancients saw life,

There’s nothing in my ear
save the devil’s advice,

There’s nothing in my smile
but teeth and lips,

There’s nothing in my eyes
but a fleeting glimpse,

There’s nothing in my hands
but knuckles and scars,

There’s nothing in my dreams
but empty desires,

There’s nothing to me
but tissue and bone,

There’s nothing to be
save Being alone.


Tomorrow

September 4, 2009

Tomorrow
I’ll meet you where the end of the road meets the sky,
and where habits are no longer a way of life,
yet as we drive I realize
they aren’t going by like the trees outside,
days are going by like a revolver
and there’s only so many bullets left.
So, we’ll pass the last road sign sometime Tomorrow,
that big uppercase Tomorrow,
we’ll pass it by with out really reading it
and finally catch the sky
without ever really meeting it.