Rope

Rope

You are young and you dream,

All alone in the dark,

Of a sun in a different land.

Your parents think it’s another trend,

And you’re going to college next year.

But the rope is held taught,

And you’re not getting out

Of this trap that your atlas laid.

You have places to go in the brilliant light

Of many a blue foreign sea.

So while they hunt for

New summer jobs,

You will be packing your bags.

And all alone on an airplane,

Calmly lulled by a rocking train.

Feo.

Between Deltae

Between Deltae

Baby, it’s time for a midnight waltz

By the lakeshore, sand on skin.

Let’s talk; I’m sure that’s no sin.

We’ve been looking too much at faults-

Slow down, you’re dancing wrong.

Here, I’ll lead to a different song.

There, that seems something better.

I remember starting about things

But my mind’s voice cracks when it sings.

Damn, I’m running on like a mother’s letter.

I think I should be quiet now.

I think I’ll keep on dancing now.

Feo.

Wonder

Wonder

In bed I stare at slatted wood blinds

That let autumn moonlight in,

Slicing at it, making shapes like spines.

Hey Psyché, come for a spin.

I stare and wonder what went wrong,

I stare and wonder what went right.

And as upon creeps dream-song:

Is there a difference in moonlight?

September 2012

Feo.