Giedre's Song

All the people here work in boxes
They watch their boxes when they get home
Then they sleep on top of box springs
In little box rooms
The little beep box screams to wake up
With its little black block numerals
Then take a shower in the wash box
And grab a box of cereal

It's off to work in the
Cracker box train subway in the tubes in the ground
Or behind the wheel of your boxcar
the lights blink off and on
Before your eyes
All these cubicles and classrooms
Desks and pens and squares of tree-skin
Work all day for another paper for your box:
Diploma or a bank account.

And meanwhile the trees stretch restless and chaotic
Sighing with season's change
The animals are singing all around
The squawks and tweets and cooing sounds
Your smooth curved frame and fretted brow
Will never fit
In this eight million box town

All our box brains
and matchbox cathedrals
Boxed dinners
Our 24-box days and 30-some box moons
Could never hold the sun, a mouse
or your heart
or the Spirit
The world a whirl of wind and leaves and lives
That has no box sense, nor sense of proper time
It nips and blows at our ankles and chests
With its quarky, atomic, explosive, pulsing relativity
River runs, life runs
in a deeper stream

Pink Glasses Impractical

You called me pink glasses impractical
"Say what?"
"Dreamer." I certainly hope so.
I hope to swirl skyblues in the afternoon slant
stickletter brushes beneath my qwerting fingers stream
See the wind wisp the marshmallow creme clouds,
it's beautiful in here, see the pop rocks holding your feet
close and hear my voice rapids right beside you
the world is so poetic, I hope to cup its glow in my palms
for you.

So Sings My Heart (Collage)

Tavim kvėpuoju aš
Tus manos clavadas
Tus pies heridos
Señor Jesucristo,
Hijo de Dios,
ten piedad de mí
pecador.
Ateikit ištroškę,
Ateikit silpni.
Come, take and eat.
Awake my soul.
Viešpatie ateik.
Viešpatie ateik.
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes,
And what if You'd sing me alive?

Открой мое сердце Господь мой
Porque todo lo que hay dentro de mi,
Necesita ser cambiado Señor
I don't want to be the same.
Господи, prefiero orar como esto,
no quiero parecer
exposed.
I felt the Lord begin
To peel off all my skin,
And I felt the way within
Revealed a bigger mess.
Tomame, abrazame, I will wait on
You my King separator, sustainer
Find me here, speak to me.
O Dvasia ateik здесь ven
aquí I need Thee oh I need Thee
Eres mi torre, as he takes me
by the hand, con Él yo voy. Tantas voces
adentro de mi corazón they sing your
glories. Господи спаси и сохрани.
The nails in your hands.
Viešpatie Jėzau Kristau,
Dievo Sūnau,
pasigailėk manęs nusidėjelio.
The nails in your feet.
I'm gonna leave You the first chance I get,
sweet pursuer, don't let go.
No me dejas, esperaré
Господи,
Иисусе Христе,
Сыне Божий,
помилуй мя грешнаго.
I don't know how to say I need You and mean it.
I don't know how to say I love You and let it be true.
I don't know how to say I'm both desperate and terrified.
That I love You and I believe You (mostly) that's why I want to run away.
Come Lord Jesus Come, go ahead please fight me.
I want to see, I want to sing, but the words aren't enough alone,
Lord Jesus Christ,
Have mercy on me,
a sinner.
Viešpatie ateik.
Viešpatie ateik.
Breathe me.

Twomind Everythings

Hello, please show, some vague romantic interest
because I want connection very badly and I'm not into sex
but romance is the easiest pretend-to-be-friends, it's easier to find
find a handhold, I'm a practical friendfloozy I just want to feel okay
I'm trying to escape mistakefears and the Godcallings on me
I just want to be normalish I want to wreck my life:
find a girl and make her my
wife, get children, debt and other ties because then I would have
a valid excuse
for the not trying so hard to change the world.

this idea of heavenme is an awful thing
I want to find the place past knowing
me and learn just to be.
I see twomind everythings, I could job
slanderings or critiques I always can find
the problemthings.

Forgive me that I've forgotten how to be impressed,
(I always see reasons)
I've known so many lovely people, more importantly
the ideaman in my head can imagine
a so-much-betterme,
and you'd never live up to those expectandards
in other words,
if you really knew me, and saw things,
you wouldn't want to be around me;
If you were the one,
you wouldn't need me.

Grey Seasky Memories

There are about a hundred people in this poem.
I would never tell you all this, I never could it's too complicated.
Sometimes life's a beach
Or a blank drive-by screen.

Sky stretches underneath--poised--with--
dashes--and...ellipses...and boomerangs
of sand it's all one and the same smoother out
the skywave wetsand
It's not wonderful it's plain grayn
and overwhelming shlugs of
ambivalence yellowflower-seawheat
How to run so fast, Sandpiper friend,
on just one leg?
Cirrus flies left, puffy sheep stream south
simultaneously, passing trains on the city
overpass pirouette while the clams dig deep rhythm to the crab clap drums
in the roadside rumble bumps and watering pot-holes.
Is this that well-traveled drainage stream a thousand miles from me,
we speak of everything, we rest on the bike bridge, all my closest friends and me.
We build pyramids and castle drips, guards and walls, defy the waves.
My Sandpaper girl strides forward polygone, control resolute;
sorting the sand into powerlessnesswalls and bridgepains,
angersand flung splatterside to the passing wind and waves

"I can help you with that sail"
"No thanks"
Rusty nail in the phone conversation
Shooting myself in the foot,
In my mouth the waves are choking me clean;
Signs and fences in the sand, seaweedhead
"Don't you ever think it's time to tresspass?"
I wish more people would stumble into me like
crash a speedbump that they'd linger a second, slow down with me.
I'm twirled violently in the washingmachine waves
Sput up next photographer from Stockton taking pictures of a timely hourglass
and her pretty friend, I might be back, I just want a friend,
don't ignore me please, walk away Brigantine.

Running twilight stretches mirrorsky sand the grey'slost windsweep
The stars and streetlights beneath my flee-fleet feet memoryflit
flutterby scuttleby crabs running before me scattering the room doorslam
trying to outrun the Garden State and all it means, but still more, me.
Can I crash ashore to a t-shirt and tea? Another fenceline in the chest.
The grey gleam nifelifelite cutting into peaces the box-sand/snowglobes of sandwalks past
where ice looks neatserene I bleed birthward in the breeze this is OBX
below freezing, flirting with waves we're in Jax on the pier waiting for the Future
to tidal wave towards as you pass security tide red glows green "good-bye" nightscreen
we dance and we're out at piersedge pacific
(-ing our dreams with breakup morphine) busy signal
I'm kissing in drainage tunnels, (dead bodies)
I'm sleeping with strangers on buses at night,
(or dear friends in emergency rooms)
I'm carrying easychair slim silhouette
Static morningfog Ensenada praying on punkrocks
you show me your pictures and cream skin smile
beneath black bangs and bikini
Em wants to experience everything
past the breaking wave running up
sandcliffs your stride so long I start to run to blur everything we're on
the concrete arms outstretched, cup poised on head,
worldwar artillery bunkers in Pensacola/Klaipeda father/brother sisterme, don't kill yourself,
those rocks are so big--I'll help you over you'll pose between ferry gates--they'll
cut your feet, O'side bonfire, mercy I'll pray over you,
eye runaway you're on that big sloped wall looking out to sea your hair tossed sailaway in the
southbound train breeze towel turban covered Moscow cobblestone beach
the bridges the blonde bob tapping out fingertip dreams...
I'm throwing mud at you flirting, but you hardly notice me, we're talking
about the demons you see while Mikey and Justy jump off of things, you're talking
about living in sunsets and I'm spinning
and singing Existence again ten year stream sing, it's the way I know how to pray this
painmemory away into the skysea
sing poseidony God (clammit) swallow me in
crashing curls forget me and the melodybreeze let me
lose sandbreeze[me]skysea.

My whole life crumbling saltine eyeward and sea.
I'm back breathing, digging toes deep, alone in the greys at Brigantine.