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.

New York²

  I'm back.

  Add some bass to that. I'm back for real. This isn't me saying I'll be back and then disappearing for a month. Summer's here, and I have time to spend on the blog. I'm also back from my trip to the centre of the world: New York.

  What? You didn't know I was in New York to accept a National Art and Writing Award in Carnegie Hall. That really sucks. If only the internet had some sort of way of linking you to my badly formatted post about said awards. I bet they'll figure out how to 'link' stuff on the internet IN THE FUTURE! We can only hope.

  Anyways, I spent a (much too short) week in New York City, checking out the art galleries and museums, eating French sushi (it's the way to go), and accepting awards at Carnegie. Meryl Streep was there. Everyone digs Meryl Streep.

  Day-by-day play-by-play of New York², city so nice they named it².
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