s.
I ask you why I am afraid, and you say fear has no roots,
its leaves and its shoots
grow upon it like cancer,
That which led our grandparents to the grave.
Could we be saved
from a fate like theirs? Death, that is, while we are alive; We don’t notice the fallen leaves beneath our \
feet,
we only grieve the loss when a sheet
of ice makes us slip and fall
And spring, and summer, and winter once more,
“What is it for?”
we wonder together, as the clock refuses to tick back
To the night we spent awake, counting the hours to sunrise, Your eyes
fixed upon me like we just met.
Yet I have known you as long
as Sadie the terrier
Spent with the Rosens until a truck came along
One winter morning.
2016’s is.
no roots
leaves, shoots, seeds
survive to grieve
trust and slip up
wonder muscle
stand and refuse to tick back
time fixed sharp
today’s inspiration from s.
fall into some cancer
leave your eyes away
fix your roots
and save the terrier
from the sunrise
this one is from one of my current best friends, creator of the puppet show that we’re on hiatus from filming. we’ve come a long way in the past three years, but we’ve always been weird. here is the message that i sent with the reveal/remix:
“I had a strange dream about you that involved not being able to park a car and crying about it in a convenience store. We were wearing bandanas.”
(this actually sounds like something that almost happened to us on the way to collaborate on a garage sale in markham)
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