i don't wanna know...

So I'll begin not to love you...
Turn around, you'll see me runnin'
I'll say I loved you years ago...
And tell myself you never loved me....No.....

LOUD

"SHE SEEMED TO BE INSIDE SOMETHING, INSIDE HERSELF, AS IF ALL THAT BEAUTY HAD BEEN MADE IN HER AS THIS BIG HALL FULL OF CHANDELIERS AND MARBLE FIREPLACES - BEAUTIFUL BUT EMPTY. AND SHE’D BEEN DROPPED DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF IT AND HAD SPENT TOO MANY YEARS WANDERING AROUND IN IT, HER FOOTSTEPS JUST ECHOING INSIDE HERSELF, WONDERING HOW SHE’D GOT THERE, TELLING HERSELF THAT IF SHE HAD TO BE ALONE IN THERE, AT LEAST SHE HAD INTERESTING THINGS TO LOOK AT. ONLY SHE DIDN’T WANT TO BE ALONE IN THERE, AND SINCE SHE WAS NEVER GOING TO FIND HER WAY OUT, SOMEONE WOULD HAVE TO FIND HIS WAY IN. AND IT TOOK ME ABOUT TEN SECONDS TO FIGURE IT OUT. AND IT TOOK ANOTHER TEN SECONDS TO FIGURE OUT THAT I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO PUSH OPEN THOSE HEAVY DOORS AND WANDER THOSE EMPTY HALLS CALLING HER NAME UNTIL I FOUND HER."

creeping as ivy

When you dissect a home that's bricks are even lonely

you discover new corners not only  found in the hallways of

a structure

but the corners of yourself.

doors slam

footsteps- step

its raining tonight

and the ceiling is leaking.

you gather brass pots

small 

medium

small

all size pots!

you line them up

underneath

the cracks in the loggia

that are spewing out

the secrets of a mother (nature)

when she wants to weep...my god she will weep.

dinner lacks substance

and your sippingg that same old broth

your garden is weedy

and your doorknobs are collecting dust.

I compare all this to the condition of

our universe

when it shifts

we shift

when it decides to rest.

we rest.

wherever you are planted

there you must bloom.

the ivy is climbing up the side

of this broken down house

I was idle

it was busy

covering a multitude of sins

and discolored bricks.

the finale of your solar energy parade-is

sneaking up as a christmas holiday

creeping as ivy.

just around the corner you find us

sitting indian style

sippin' tea from those brass pots

while you ask me why the world map

looks so flat!

creep.