Category Archives: Jellyfish Or Something

forgive me

the muskrat is watching me
from inside the wall
along the river as it near-bursts
with spring’s floor and a dozen ducks
trying to find a mate

the hawk is circling above
as I sit among the nervous pigeons
hungry and wanting more
than a 6-inch sandwich full of nothing
particularly good.

tomorrow, the rain will fall
this sun will forget I was here
the muskrat and the hawk will too
— of course I know there is no tomorrow

a squirrels scurries across my foot
up a tree and out of sight — unaware
I did not say the words
I should have said.

The river continues rising
so I do too and sigh as I leave.

I only love you

I only love you
because, for the love of God,
you’re you

I only love the way you breathe
the way your voice echoes
through my every thought
and the dreams you let me drink

I only love you
because you’re you
no other reason
not your bright eyes
your long hair
or the way you tell me you love me more

I only love the way you think
the way you save me
from myself and all the universe
I fear when you’re not near

i only love you
because, for the love of God,
you’re you

driving nowhere, no how — i don’t know for sure

empty pockets in a blue-jean jacket
fake raybans and a sabbath shirt
the street’s still cold but I keep walkin
maybe someday it won’t hurt

i sung alotta songs
but ain’t heard no music yet
i said alotta things
i wish to god i could forget
i gave alotta love
but I got some more for you
i got alotta love
alotta love for you

a buck in the ashtray, nickels and dimes
coffee between my legs getting cold
57 in the 35
going faster, so i won’t get old

i sung alotta songs
but ain’t heard no music yet
i said alotta things
i wish to god i could forget
i gave alotta love
but I got some more for you
i got alotta love
alotta love for you

broke on the border heading north
life half-spent, but who knows what for?
money was always just money, I guess
now it’s even less since you went out the door

i sung alotta songs
but ain’t heard no music yet
i said alotta things
i wish to god i could forget
i gave alotta love
but I got some more for you
i got alotta love
alotta love for you

midnight rolling by with a dozen trucks
morning comin’ soon
yeah, i dont’ give a fuck

i got alotta love
alotta love for you
doesn’t really matter, don’t know what I’ll do

found the way to Boston, slipped right past
ended up in Lowell, nothing good can last
found my way back home, I guess that’s where I’ll crash
ended up alone, I know you didn’t ask

but
i sung alotta songs
still ain’t heard no music yet
i said alotta things
i wish to god i could forget
i gave alotta love
but I got some more for you
i got alotta love
alotta love for you

heirloom

the man with the green stone ring
moves his hand without conviction
through the vacancy of sunlight
into the burning absence of shadow

if it is a gold ring, the angels know,
if it is silver, I suppose it is still enough

as the reflection of riches worn on his hand
plays like the memory of a butterfly
on the wall where pictures of his family hang
wordless and waiting for him to join them.