Street Song 6: Once Again Until Once More

We stand here together,

Once again,

Hand-in-hand and everything is beautiful.

We talk and we laugh just like before.

And then I see you talkin’ to that dude

That you know I got beef with.

So now I got questions,

And you givin’ the rolly-eye?!

And we back arguing

Just like we used to be.

Is this why we got back together?!

To yell and scream once again?

Until once more we realize what

We’re doin’ to each other,

And then it’s “Honey, I’m sorry”

And love is love, holdin’ hands and shit.

Man, I don’t know what I’da done

If I lost you this time,

But I didn’t so everything is cool

Once more until once again

Ya girls is tellin’ you that they seen me

In the mall with my son’s moms

And now you trippin’

Know what I mean? Tryin to flip on me?

Don’t you see the game is on?!

And Vick runnin' the ball?!

And anyway, my cousin said he think he thought

He saw you and your hoochie ass friends

In the club, you know that night you

Said your Moms was sick?

So what the deal?

Know what, matter fact, fuck that,

I’m goin back to my Moms an shit,

Get me a job, save some loot an

Get my own spot once more

Til once again I’m sittin’ here

Dealing with these girls that don’t mean

Shit to me just to keep my

Heart from feelin’ so damn empty.

Damn, I hear your voice in the wind

And I wish I could have you back

Once again. 

Sweet Reverie

I watched you, while rainclouds gathered

In the sky above us.

And you were so beautiful as you sat,

Unconscious of my attention-

Innocent to my affection-

That my mind created for us

Grand castles surrounded by endless gardens,

Where we could forever escape these lives

And live loved and loving from now til forever;

Or perhaps where I could at least

Hold you in my arms, smelling you

Bathing my soul in your scent

And letting my heart race in the nearness of you.

But while I sit here dreaming,

You stand and walk away

Scattering the remnants of my fantasy

And ending my sweet reverie.  

Status Migrainosus II: The Unlovely Smell of Oranges

She says "Dance a little dance with me".
She sings "Dream a little dream,"
And again I fall into the dark.


She holds me close as we dance,
My oldest friend,
As close as my memories of her
That stretch back in my mind almost as far
As the face of the quiet Hunter,
He who has always been my goal and my goad.
She holds me tight in the dark
And it is hot and we dance and we spin and spin.


She says "Dance a little dance with me.
Dream a little dream".
She sings in a language she has taught me
And again I fall into the dark.


My oldest friend,
As close as the lie in a lover's kiss
As we dance and spin and spin
In the darkness where everyone passing through 
Is limned in fading light
And the rising dark of our dance is
Intimate in every way.
We dance in the dark and know nothing of the world.


She sings only for me
And this is always her song:
"Dance a little dance with me, dream a little dream".
And all duty and desire fall away
As I fall into the dark.


Her perfume is oranges, likely blood,
As sweet and as sharp as Love's first kiss,
And it envelopes me as we dance,
Scenting my reality as we spin and spin
Through the waves and the valleys and the hot.
My oldest friend and I,
Together here at the bottom of the dark,
Where the world is  a memory
And there is only the dance.


I know that one day she will call,
In a voice of marmalade and cold wet earth,
And she will sing "Dance a little dance with me,"
And through my tears I will dance;
She will sing "Dream a little dream,"
And I know only her embrace;
And she will whisper, into the cups of my ears,
"Stay here, a while with me, in the dark,"
And all of my desires
And all of my hopes
And all of my breaths-
All of my equations- will fall to zero,
To the smell of oranges
As we spin and spin
And then spin no more.

Maybe We’ll Be Sky There

It’s easy to remember our days together

(Beautiful like rain)

And hard to forget the nights in each others arms;

(Beautiful like moonlight)

Now that I spend watchful, wakeful nights

(Beautiful like my Muse)

Walking alone under the stars.

(Beautiful, just right)

I feel your smile in the clouds at sunset,

(Beautiful like the lakeshore)

Searching for a hint of your perfume in the breeze

(Where we so beautifully loved)

Longing for some sign from Heaven

(Beautiful like you and me)

To soothe our careless Love.

(Beautiful like blue lights at Christmas)

I’d give all my tomorrows

(On a beautiful winter’s night)

For just one tonight together;

(Beautiful like your sweet arms around me)

Remembering what we were,

(Beautiful like you my Heart)

Dreaming of what we could have been

(Beautiful like me my Love)

And hoping to be together in Heaven.

(Beautiful like you and me)

Maybe we’ll be sky there

And the Love we had and lost

Will just be a memory.

(Beautiful like a touch that’s beautifully brief)

Maybe we’ll be sky there

(Beautiful like you and me)

And this life will be a memory.

Pharaoh

Know me,                   

I stand astride existence,

legs akimbo,

verbstick swinging to the rhythm of Life.

So fundamental,

so systematic;

as pure as the sweat running across my chest,

as pure as the desire burning in my eyes.

I am the nourisher,

bringer of the wine that God provides,

of the meat the brings the sweetness forth,

and I prepare a banquet in your honor.

Eat all that you wish.

Be eaten all that you wish.

Tasting the waters of all your days,

I reach forth my regard,

bathing in the delta of your Nile,

drinking the liquor of our sweat.

                                                                                                                       

Know me,

King I am to those deep, hidden feelings

that make your temple pulse,

the longing that throbs prayers between your thighs

as all your lips cry out Hosannahs.

I bring the heat of stars to our embrace,

every breath the word of the Gods,

tongue reaching out to you and tasting Life

as my Word reaches your center and swells.

We are the cloak of night,

we are the garment Love wears to warm itself,

welcoming each other to the kismet storm;

witnessing the birth of vision

from the eastern side of the Sun.

Know me,

I am the God between your knees

dancing in the music of moisture,

tongue-blessing your righteousness.

These are the Elysian fields, the Halls of everlasting

Where I dwell in luscious agony.

I found Eternity in you arms.

Praise me; let me bind my wisdom into your soul-

fire air water into earth to make flesh.

We bring the rain that makes the desert bloom,

waking the Prophet’s rose.

My soul soars, intoxicated by mead

made from the honey of your need,

as I take all that you offer,

give all that I am

as we are created anew in wonder and in Love,

knowing the map of Creation imprinted on our bodies.

                                                                                   

Come, follow me;

Come follow Me

and I will teach you the Art of Friction,

the power of a King’s lust

and how to dream the reality of desire and make it dance.

Know me,

I am the Architect of your heart;

Know me,

I am the dancing pulse between your legs;

I was made to Love you;

I am the Pharaoh of your desire.

The First Wave

Of what importance is it

To me whether the reality of depth

In infinite or infinitesimal,

If I am still inundated by your smile,

If I still drown in your eyes?

Love is.

I bathe hourly in your sweetness,

Dive daily into the bottomless pools of your eyes,

And am eternally transported, floating

On oceans of you.

Love is.

For this is reality

That I drink of you, float in you,

Drown in you.

This is infinity

That you flood me, lift me, inundate me,

Carry me away.

This is Love.

Love is a wave.