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Couch Dream, no. 4
02:39
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In my dream we’re in this same room
sitting on the couch
that you say is green and i say is brown.
You’re reading the news
I'm staring into space;
trying to think of something to do
and so do nothing but think.
Then your voice gets all matter of fact
"What about the kids?"
i just laugh
"What about the kids?"
I squint as the hall Light
from under the door
spreads throughout the room
I wonder what we’re waiting for.
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Snow Walk
02:22
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Late night snow walk in what must be a foot.
There's a cold stillness -- a hush, now that the snowfall has stopped.
We try and find our way back to the road after wandering off.
Where did it go?
Everything is aglow and moonlit like it’s light out.
Our movement is slow.
Time feels like the trees, weighted down.
Like the moment before something happens.
Who knows?
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The Other Day
02:31
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The other day I came up with something
It was so unexpected that i almost didn’t notice.
I try to relive the moment by going through the same motions,
and make the habitual ritual,
and be mindful of how it feels
right before the feeling.
But i must be doing something wrong.
I can’t bring it back at all.
I want to be left alone, but I don’t
want to be alone.
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Little Earthquakes no. 2
02:19
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Down aisle three at the Walgreens you run into me;
wearing your famous Tori Amos shirt
from her '92 Little Earthquakes tour,
which reminds me of how back in high school,
we'd skip class to go listen to her
over at your house.
To make some small talk, I ask about your sister.
You say "She's down in Florida now."
You don't ask me anything.
So I say “Good A to see you.”
snd i go to checkout
with my baby tylenol and paper towels.
“Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again. It doesn't take much to rip us to pieces."
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Silver Bell
02:10
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As she reached across the table to close the kitchen window, she brushed against the lily with the silver bell. The room was still. I focused on the sound of the wind in the corners of the house.
Awake and quiet in the darkness; waiting for the day to warm us. We held onto each other. Buried in the blankets, as the light began to shift from the floor to the foot of the bed. "Why are the nights so cold?" you said. The cold is what I remember best. Back when we were careless.
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