Author: belgicue

Childhood bedroom

I don’t want you to be right

I don’t want to know the answers to any of my neurotic questions

I don’t want to know what she’s done

I just want to sit in her childhood bedroom and gaze out its window, to the same sights she had

I just want to be in the family

And loved by your family for what I’m worth

Id work to support you, if you did see me in that way

And I’d come home and give you all my money

I want to work in your family’s store

And take orders at the counter

I want to belong there

I want you all to love me

I finally saw the line

I finally saw the limit

The actor praised for his physique, stable in his lines

But nervous and scared outside, being interviewed

I don’t want to be Heath Ledger, though

I just want to be with you.

We are floaters

We are floaters

I have no childhood bedroom

I have no room for you to come into and reflect, if I were ever gone and you came to see my family

All we ever had was the house you grew up in

And sometimes the living room or staircase of the place I happened to be living in

You float because the house you grew up in is not a home

Your parents float, they could never help you

Not like mine could either, but differently

In your bedroom with the Jesus paintings, we loved and maybe were free

There was no shortage of affection given over in our parked cars at night, outside Starbucks

I cannot believe, Ennis and Jack are we

Mrs Burgess

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A name so lovely

for a soul so lovely

for a woman so womanly

for a voice, otherworldly

and an air quite lovingly

towards me and towards friends.

Operas sung movingly

Arias taught so beautifully, adoringly

The pleasure of meeting you firstly one Christmas

with tales told so joyfully

Prayers prayed piously

Your graces shared with all so meaningfully, wonderfully

 

 

Motions

The grey timber is overcome

awash in a white I cannot define

and the people walking by are scared

but do they really care?

 

There’s never been such grave a matter

as the fact that the earth laughs in flowers

and what song am I going to write at work

and am I dressed twinkish enough for my worth?

 

And the fragile trees and souls conducting

a wondrous chorus for my mind

All these motions, oh how can you blame me?

So many souls are a wasteland for history.

 

And you said care for yourself

Lovely, you said watch yourself

I know, I know, I know

I  know, I know, I know

All right already.

 

Reclined amongst my pack of wolves

for to make music, the day into beauty

All these motions of lustful wanting

hurt my heart like a child motherless.

 

And the earth smiles in its flowers all ’round

and we’re too concerned with what kind of clothes we have on

Now you’re drunk and walking foolishly

Someone save our hearts, please bravely.

 

And the precious trees and souls conducting

all the roving crowds and their endless wanting.

All these motions, such beautiful motions

make me the guy to feel not so hopeless.

 

And you said care for yourself

Lovely, you said watch yourself

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know

I shall.