Broken Road

Wanna run away
Escape needs accomplices
But I’ve got no one


Longing in song

When a melody does the work so I don’t have to try to say how I feel…

Christian Brothers (written and originally performed by Elliott Smith)

No bad dream fucker’s going to boss me around
Christian Brothers gonna take him down
But it can’t help me get over
Don’t be cross, it’s sick I want
I’ve seen the boss blink on and off

Fake concerns is what’s the matter, man
And you think I ought to shake
Your motherfucking hand
Well, I know how much you care
Don’t be cross, it’s sick I want
I’ve seen the boss blink on and off

Come here by me, I want you here
Nightmares become me, it’s so fucking clear

Don’t be cross, it’s sick I want
I’ve seen the boss blink on and off
Come here by me, I want you here
Nightmares become me, it’s so fucking clear
Nightmares become me, it’s so fucking clear

Nine Years

He called me Pretty Girl
Almost had me right away with just the written words
How ever did we find each other
Some online stranger-finding service

He wore jeans and a dark shirt
I approached him at the bar
As he sat nursing some whiskey drink
Legs slightly open
Like a man sits
I remember that moment
Because he spoke to me
Like I was human
Even though I was a sexual being
A strange woman
I think I touched his thigh
And he held my hand
It could have happened
He liked to touch me

And there was a sweetness
Oh my god
He was so sweet, almost awkward
Not a seducer
Or the best there ever was
We flirted
We kissed in my car that first time
It wasn’t the best kiss
But it was more than a kiss
It was him
Unassuming, no expectations
His soft, sad eyes
His stature and size
His voice was deep and warm
And his smile

It was nine years ago
Trauma marriage, my son just out of diapers
Separated and alone
I was trying to break free
Trying to become something more
I had friends and support and potential
But I was broken

And my strongest recollection

I remember HIM
nine years ago
And frozen moments from inside
a barely occupied corner apartment on a 3rd floor

How he picked me up like his bride and carried me to my bed

How he held me down while he made love to me
Wondered out loud if I would be afraid of him
And it made me want him more
I’ve never fallen so fast
For anyone
I felt like I could have died in his arms
And it would have been right

How we sat on my bed and talked about our similar lives
I felt like he was my kind

How I cried on the floor when he left to go home to a sad household
How he took some part of me away when he said goodnight

This man who would be inside me
Who would kiss me in the empty parking lot of a public place
A mere two miles from both of our families
Kiss me and mark me forever
The blueprint for the kiss that almost got me in deep with a devil redhead

Nine years ago
I’ve never been the same

And it doesn’t end

I still see him in passing
I still see him in that parking lot

His body
and mouth
and voice
and self
Live less than a quarter of a mile away from my beating heart
Every day of the last four years

I do nothing
But my heart does
It stops on any given encounter in the supermarket or gas station

I felt like he loved me
I’ll never understand why

I felt so connected to him
Yet seeing him makes me silent
I walk right by
Holding tears and joy and memories and sorry

Nine years ago
He was drinking then
He was experimenting with men
Maybe I was a sparkly oasis in a sea of calamity
Maybe I was a soft and pretty place to land
But just a mirage
From disease
Maybe I was just as chaotic
But I didn’t feel that with him
I didn’t feel crazy
I just felt everything

We were supposed to have coffee when he got sober
We never did
I was trying to be sober too
To steer clear of the magnet that was him
Today I would go anywhere he asked

So we are “strangers”
We play that role
But nothing was ever stranger
Than having to deny
Over and over
That I know how he feels and breathes and sounds and tastes
And that my sick little heart still breaks
And aches to hear him
Or anyone so dear and lovely
call me Pretty Girl

You need some rest

Alone in the silence of the night
What to do
Watch more Netflix about a man whose life was ruined
Go to bed and sleep tight
Go to your room

Not tonight

Try to stay up late and zombify
The thoughts and feelings
Consider the idea of masturbating
It’s a disaster in disguise
But the thought keeps repeating

Not now

Hear a fire alarm battery alert
Stand up and check it out
Stand there waiting for a repeat of the sound
You’ll fall asleep waiting girl
Because it’s not gonna come for you now
“Come”. How’d you get back to that word?

Not in this moment

You always liked it and wanted to
And the opportunity is here right now
You could just slink low and slide your hand down
It’ll be utterly mediocre if you choose
To follow what only addictive thinking allows

Not in this breath

And what if dreams of lust invade the quiet?
Press themselves close
Not inside you but always almost
Seduce your subconscious when you aren’t awake to fight it
Hard to close your eyes and let go

But no

Sleep will come and your eyes will relent
No matter dreams or disturbances
or the fantasies you can’t seem to banish
But what of frustration, aching and want?
Will they return with the sun to mock and torment?
Sleep: You must be the Knight of Powerlessness


imagePressed play
Looped that shit
Turned it up so loud
Made me beg for it

I wanted to feel the rhythm and clanging
Hammering guitars
Chords like vibrating
Fingers inside me

A song I forgot
Played itself on me
Inside the confines of steel, fiberglass and upholstery

I remembered had a lover

I wished I had a real man like I did
And I did
And he stared
And he was dazzled
And I stared back
And I wanted
I was wanted
Someone wanted me

And the music was between us
And on us
I thought I knew what love was
He could only look at me
For once in my life I was somebody’s

And then the music changed
And changed again
Press fast forward
The feeling is fading

Replaced by half truths
Liars and flatterers
Takers and walking dead
Defiling the sacred
I bled for them
While they sang sweetly and fled

And comes the chorus
Some part of me wants the haunting
So I sing it over and over
But then it’s over
Lover to lover
We all know how the song ends
You are not my friends
I know
I really had one once
So I can tell the difference

He danced to the beat with me
He really looked
Really tried to find the soul
That hid behind the promises of the body
He asked for me
And I would still be his

But we’re not getting the band back together
That kind of reunion
Not meant to happen
But I won’t forget it

Hey turn that up
I’m getting something
What was I saying about love and romance?
Oh this noise is more beautiful
I just wanna feel the rhythm and the clanging
If you believe me
Tell me that you feel it too