tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12366119241062653312024-02-08T10:51:22.843-08:00Lucid SchemingShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-24318675962272343372020-10-15T14:36:00.001-07:002020-10-15T14:36:11.362-07:00Paper Mask<p>There's poetry in everything<br />They said<br />But I'm sure they meant<br />Ballerinas and sunlit meadows<br />And not corpses and politics<br />Sure there's something pretty<br />About a grave<br />When it doesn't belong to anyone you know<br /><br />But I saw a paper mask<br />In a puddle on the asphalt<br />Slick with shimmering chemical rainbows<br />I took a photo<br />And maybe there's a poem in there<br /><br />But I mostly felt uneasy<br /><br />And I think to myself<br />This isn't timeless<br />Like I haven't written poetry <br />That only speaks a fragment of time</p>I think<br />This isn't beauty<br />Like poetry is always meant to be pretty<br />Not ugly and crushing <br />Burning from the inside out<br /><br />I think<br />There are millions of poets <br />Screaming out words<br />People with more loss and suffering<br />Whose lines bear more meaning<br />Than mine ever could<br /><br />And that's probably true <br /><br />I can't say anything<br />That hasn't already been said<br />Written better by someone else <br />The poignant needle driven heartwards<br /><br />But I saw a bit of paper in the rain<br /><br />And everything felt so heavyShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-22184278834568352642020-08-23T19:29:00.000-07:002020-08-23T19:29:09.676-07:00Old Fashioned Love Poem (Updated)<div>
And would I know you better still</div>
<div>
If I climbed peaks and wintry hills</div>
<div>
Or sunned in fields of daffodils </div>
<div>
And from each stream there drank my fill</div>
<div><br />By taking paths that you once sought<br />Could I yet understand your thought<br />And what such complex makings wrought?<br />What pulled your heartstrings loose and caught?<br /><br /></div>
<div>
And would that even be enough</div>
<div>
To still a storm and seas turned rough</div>
<div>
To stay by your side without rebuff</div>
<br />
<div>
</div>
<br />
<div>
And maybe once more earn your love</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-75057702599725810682019-08-18T00:45:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:45:42.279-07:00Untitled <div>
The time we spent </div>
<div>
Together then</div>
<div>
Reminds me of</div>
<div>
Poems I used to write</div>
<div>
And it's not fair</div>
<div>
It's not fair</div>
<div>
Because</div>
<div>
Looking back</div>
<div>
I'm not sure I even know</div>
<div>
How to be </div>
<div>
That person anymore</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-25841248211214168282019-08-11T00:43:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:44:35.871-07:00Your HeartI wrote a story into your heart, boy.<br />
I burrowed my way in,<br />
The signs of my passage<br />
Scratching into your veins<br />
I found some unguarded entrance<br />
And I stole myself into your very being<br />
The things I've left have become intrinsic<br />
Inescapable<br />
A thing written into the first stones,<br />
Into the walls behind your eyes,<br />
Littered in fragments across the soil<br />
A stranger's thoughts,<br />
Buried under a foreign paving stone,<br />
Upon which you've already begun to lay your foundations<br />
Even if you were to find the things I've left inside you,<br />
The sentences that come uncalled,<br />
Certain feelings that ride in with the rain,<br />
A slowly dissapearing photograph<br />
Of a photograph within your mind,<br />
You wouldn't be able to extricate them<br />
Even if you were to flay yourself<br />
With the most surgical precision,<br />
Unravel your thoughts like taffy,<br />
And attempt to remove those single threads<br />
From your gilded tapestry,<br />
You could, at best,<br />
Re-write yourself,<br />
Putty over every sign and symbol,<br />
Scrape off every fingerprint burned into the bastion walls<br />
But even then you'd know<br />
Every time you stumbled over<br />
The chisel marks and paints<br />
That marked like graves<br />
What you'd fought and labored against,<br />
Reworked into an image so carefully chosen,<br />
You'd know<br />
You'd remember having done it<br />
And remember what you'd tried to make undone<br />
And in this way only deepen the marks,<br />
Tracing and relining them<br />
With both reverent and hateful fingers<br />
And maybe no one would know but you<br />
But every stone is built on top of another<br />
And from now until your body stills<br />
You will live<br />
Carrying onward,<br />
Carrying some part of me I left behind,<br />
Writing stories across the secret chambers<br />
In the beating breasts of others<br />
And I'll always be there with you, boy<br />
Together you and I will walk this road<br />
We will walk this road forever,<br />
Heart<br />
To heart<br />
To heartShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-15013159497787627332019-08-10T00:41:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:43:10.506-07:00Untitled, Unfinished The trailing end of day<br />
Makes mist of concrete slab<br />
Puddles pooling<br />
In the uneven dips and potholes<br />
The rain comes down in soft lines<br />
Like a rip in fine stockings<br />
When it strikes the water<br />
It makes silver rings<br />
And points of brilliant light<br />
Like diamonds<br />
Sinking under the surface<br />
Like ice melting in the heat<br />
Vanishing into nothingShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-85633307517827942832019-08-01T00:38:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:39:58.468-07:00There's This Thing There's this thing that has grown<br />
Crystalized inside my chest<br />
I know it to be so<br />
Because I can feel it there<br />
Like a gnawing weight<br />
A peach stone<br />
In the pit of my stomach<br />
I can sometimes feel it<br />
Catching on my insides<br />
When I see you<br />
It seems that somehow<br />
The world has become pinned<br />
A moment sewn<br />
To some fragment of you<br />
The curve of your eye<br />
The light in your hair<br />
A needle in my breast<br />
A quill in my throat<br />
And as my blood heats<br />
And the fire spills<br />
Down through my veins<br />
The thing inside begins to thaw<br />
To melt and run<br />
Like wax<br />
And honey<br />
And my heart<br />
And it rises up and out<br />
Falling over my tongue<br />
Dripping between my lips<br />
Condensing into words<br />
I love you<br />
I love you<br />
I love youShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-32730689774027294332019-07-29T00:36:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:38:32.432-07:00Future Glass** This poem is, in my humble opinion, not very good **<br />
<br />
I feel I'm wading through a desert<br />
At the bottom of a glass<br />
While the future rains without reprieve<br />
To bury me in our past<br />
<br />
<br />
I struggle to find purchase on<br />
A slope that just keeps rising<br />
A mountain range of distance<br />
To set between our two horizons<br />
<br />
<br />
I hold on tight but all I grasp<br />
Keeps slipping through my fingers<br />
So I seek to pin it down with words<br />
But summon only ghosts and whispers<br />
<br />
<br />
As I fumble lines my throat recalls<br />
Sand has this certain way<br />
Of stilling tongues and stealing things<br />
I'd never meant to say<br />
<br />
<br />
Because I'm worried how you'll take it<br />
If I land close to what I mean<br />
As the streaming granules slow<br />
I worry how you'll take it when you leaveShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-70362979882793809612019-07-25T00:34:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:34:56.393-07:00Call to the Void<div>
There must be something in the void</div>
<div>
That made me feel loved</div>
<div>
Some comfort in the warm velvet blackness</div>
<div>
Something that filled my aching chest like a cup</div>
<div>
Did I catch my breath on the jagged edge of stars?</div>
<div>
Or lose it from my lungs </div>
<div>
Pulled into the hot stirrings </div>
<div>
Of echo drenched canyons?</div>
<div>
Or was it the way the waves </div>
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Seem to whisper like a beckons</div>
<div>
That wet thing calling in it's dry voice</div>
<div>
All sibilance and crackling husks</div>
<div>
Something within it's depth </div>
<div>
Always urging me onwards </div>
<div>
While it's infinite collapsing hands </div>
<div>
Keep pushing me back</div>
<div>
Returning me to shore</div>
<div>
I must have seen something</div>
<div>
Felt something churning inside me</div>
<div>
When I stared out into the abyss</div>
<div>
Because I speak to it</div>
<div>
Sing down my sorrows, my wants, my dreams</div>
<div>
Like I could call down the heavens</div>
<div>
Fallen stars to pool in wishes at my feet</div>
<div>
I pin the things I barely admit to myself</div>
<div>
Upward into the infinite tapestries</div>
<div>
As if they held them sacred</div>
<div>
I speak the words</div>
<div>
In the same way I'd say them to him</div>
<div>
I spill myself outwards</div>
<div>
The words gushing like rivers over my tongue</div>
<div>
Like rapids over my teeth</div>
<div>
My insides swollen over the dam of my throat</div>
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And surging up and out and endless</div>
<div>
A siphon I can no longer halt</div>
<div>
Until I am wide eyed and hot and racing</div>
<div>
Until I am bathed in silk and softness</div>
<div>
Until everything is wildflowers and honey</div>
<div>
And without pain</div>
<div>
So I must have felt some sweetness</div>
<div>
From the thoughtless depths of dark</div>
<div>
Found some reassuring notion</div>
<div>
Woven from my reflection on the moon</div>
<div>
Misunderstood the weight of everything</div>
<div>
To be a kind of heavy comfort</div>
<div>
For how else could it have made me</div>
<div>
Drain myself empty</div>
<div>
Bare myself open</div>
<div>
Into the vacant uncaring void</div>
<div>
The way I do </div>
<div>
To him</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-17805704755424589162019-03-24T00:30:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:30:53.661-07:00Untitled <div>
I'm sorry that life has been unkind to you</div>
<div>
She says</div>
<div>
While slipping back into her clothes</div>
<div>
And I'm sure she means it</div>
<div>
And I know that she's right</div>
<div>
But I'm not thinking about that</div>
<div>
Something stirs inside like moth wings</div>
<div>
And I'm reminded of a song</div>
<div>
But my head is like an empty lot</div>
<div>
With spaces where my thoughts once parked</div>
<div>
And nothing is forthcoming</div>
<div>
She's since moved onward</div>
<div>
Tapping at her phone</div>
<div>
Her face aglow </div>
<div>
Her hair like a hanging halo</div>
<div>
She says</div>
<div>
Maybe it's this</div>
<div>
Leaning toward me tilting forward</div>
<div>
She points it at me</div>
<div>
Bathes me in it</div>
<div>
But no</div>
<div>
This isnt right</div>
<div>
It doesn't match my memory</div>
<div>
Of how the lyrics feel</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-56553891639866601562019-01-11T00:25:00.000-08:002019-10-19T00:27:47.938-07:00SickMy head feels heavy<br />
A weight propped up<br />
On the rope of my spine<br />
My eyes feel like small peaches<br />
Set into webs of tissue paper<br />
Threatening to fall back into my skull<br />
My tongue fills the space of my mouth<br />
Spilling into the sea wall that is my throat<br />
Barnacle clad coquina<br />
A whetstone that puts an edge on my words<br />
Someone has taken my arms and hands<br />
And sewn a ribbon under my skin<br />
Wrapping and binding the flesh onto my bones<br />
Pulling the line too tight<br />
And my feet don't exist at all<br />
Just bare bone and tendon<br />
That push into the earth where I stand<br />
And something in me burns<br />
Is burning me alive<br />
I feel every inch of my existence<br />
I am a fireShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-66113753237213663932018-11-01T00:23:00.000-07:002019-10-19T00:25:18.398-07:00A Small Thing<div>
The last time I saw you</div>
<div>
My fingers </div>
<div>
unintentionally grazed your neck</div>
<div>
Just below the ear</div>
<div>
I remember that</div>
<div>
In that moment</div>
<div>
You were smiling</div>
<div>
At something that wasn't me</div>
<div>
Your focus lost in the buzz</div>
<div>
Of a world wrapping around you</div>
<div>
Your skin felt soft</div>
<div>
Like the velveteen petals</div>
<div>
In my memory of roses</div>
<div>
And I doubt you even noticed</div>
<div>
Or would let alone recall</div>
<div>
And yet here I lay</div>
<div>
With the taste of wine still in my throat</div>
<div>
In the shallow hours before dawn</div>
<div>
Tracing the lines with my fingers</div>
<div>
Until they turn into words</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-81573315203658699432018-08-06T20:21:00.002-07:002018-08-06T20:21:54.554-07:00Seven Poems for Him
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">It started raining</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">While I was at the store</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I could hear it</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Falling hard and heavy</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">A soft roar upon the roof</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I'd been thinking for days</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Making endless loops</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Trying to think of something</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">To share what was inside me</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I bought cards</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Looked for boxes</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Pretty paper packages</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">To wrap my sentiments</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">It never feels like enough </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">But I want it to be something</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I walked out</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Sheltering my prize from the rain</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And in the sky I saw a rainbow </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And prayed I could remember </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">My phone was dead</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">So I drove it hard into my heart </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Thinking</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Oh please God remember </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And I worried you</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Being out so long</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And I half lied to keep it a secret </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">But I wanted to tell you</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I want to share with you everything</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And later that night</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">While you slipped into bed</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And I washed my face</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">It came to mind</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">That a rainbow</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Is seven bands that form a ring</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Of which we only ever see a part</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">And with that thought</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I began to write this poem<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">
<span><div>
I wanted to write you some lyrics</div>
<div>
Not that you'd have anything to do with it</div>
<div>
Not like you'd make some</div>
<div>
Soundcloud track</div>
<div>
With a slick low-fi back</div>
<div>
Beat that you'd link </div>
<div>
To your friends with a tweet</div>
<div>
Framed with fire emoji</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When you don't even use twitter</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I just wanted to hear how you'd read them</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
In that perfected galloping way</div>
<div>
That makes my insides ache</div>
<div>
And want to ride alongside your lines</div>
<div>
My words from your lips </div>
<div>
Becoming something like enlightenment</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I wanted to fill it with serious word play</div>
<div>
Like heart attack dog days</div>
<div>
Referencing July heat waves</div>
<div>
And the way you make my soul cave</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I crave to be blessed with skills and technique which </div>
<div>
I'd write words impressive inspired and unique with</div>
<div>
Mesmerizing meter with dynamic fluid flow</div>
<div>
Your hazel eyes caught dreaming entranced in lucid glow</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
But I I'm not a lyricist</div>
<div>
I just wrote shitty poems</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And nothing ever quite fits</div>
<div>
The way I want it to</div>
<div>
But I'll try and I'll try </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Because in the end</div>
<div>
It's always you<br /><br /><span>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div>
<div>
<span> </span>
<span><div>
An idea I had thought was great</div>
<div>
Is becoming somewhat a mistake</div>
<div>
Seven poems I would write</div>
<div>
To endear and delight</div>
<div>
You know what fuck limericks</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span><span><span>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></div>
<div>
<span><span><span> </span><span></span></span></span> <span><div>
I've had more pleasant car trips </div>
<div>
The heat sinks into my clothes </div>
<div>
Enveloping me until the air I breathe </div>
<div>
Matches what escapes my lungs</div>
<div>
I've been gone too long</div>
<div>
But I'm on the road that takes me home</div>
<div>
Several long hours</div>
<div>
one exit</div>
<div>
five turns </div>
<div>
And then I stumble through the door</div>
<div>
Shuck my shoes </div>
<div>
And collapse into advancing stillness </div>
<div>
Until then my legs ache</div>
<div>
From eight folded hours</div>
<div>
My mind numbs from the endless lines</div>
<div>
And the sun sinks against my right hand </div>
<div>
But it's not the cool dark</div>
<div>
that draws me onward </div>
<div>
It's not the soft spell of bed and sleep</div>
<div>
It's not even the end of all this</div>
<div>
that guides my wheel</div>
<div>
It's knowing that when my leaden feet</div>
<div>
Cross that distant threshold </div>
<div>
I'll see your beautiful face</div>
<div>
Waiting there for me</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span><span><span><span><span><span>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<div>
<span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span><div>
The moon is full</div>
<div>
With Mars riding its heels</div>
<div>
It kind of makes me wish</div>
<div>
That the alignment of the stars</div>
<div>
Actually meant something</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Because I want this to have weight</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
They say something amazing</div>
<div>
Is happening far from here</div>
<div>
And I wish I could share that with you</div>
<div>
Not to say</div>
<div>
That I'm unimpressed</div>
<div>
With what's before me</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You know </div>
<div>
I find I've been seeing</div>
<div>
A lot more of the sky</div>
<div>
In these last couple years</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Imagine that </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The moon is full of</div>
<div>
song lyrics you've sung me</div>
<div>
And the echoes of the sun </div>
<div>
Yesterday's daylight</div>
<div>
And the stories of generations</div>
<div>
And our dumb conversations</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You said the other day on the phone </div>
<div>
After a long day without you</div>
<div>
<span>To lift the bow of my lips</span></div>
<div>
That romantic movie notion</div>
<div>
About the moon</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And frankly I'm fine</div>
<div>
If instead of tin cups and string</div>
<div>
We share a pearlescent goddess</div>
<div>
Our watchful Luna</div>
<div>
Just you, me, and an idea of heaven</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span><span><div>
<span><span><span><span><span><span>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<div>
<span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
</span></span></span></span>
<span><div style="-en-clipboard: true;">
I want to kiss</div>
<div>
Each of your fingers</div>
<div>
One by one in turn</div>
<div>
I want to feel the way your lips</div>
<div>
Press themselves to mine </div>
<div>
Your skin</div>
<div>
The softest I've ever known</div>
<div>
Like velvet under my touch</div>
<div>
I want to run my hands over it</div>
<div>
And feel the beating underneath</div>
<div>
The life breath of your body</div>
<div>
Rythmic against my touch</div>
<div>
I could wrap every inch of me </div>
<div>
Around every part of you </div>
<div>
And still not be close enough</div>
<div>
At least I can find happiness</div>
<div>
With the thought that</div>
<div>
Whatever pieces of you</div>
<div>
I choose to kiss</div>
<div>
My love is always travelling</div>
<div>
Straight to your heart</div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span><span><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span><span><div>
<span><span><span><span><span><span>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
<div>
<span><span><span><span><span><span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
<span><div style="-en-clipboard: true;">
It was a few days ago</div>
<div>
I was outside with you on our familiar trek</div>
<div>
Wandering the empty night</div>
<div>
The heat making mist peel from the asphalt</div>
<div>
Above the ink black pools left by rain</div>
<div>
When we looked up at the sky</div>
<div>
And saw the moon adorned in rainbows </div>
<div>
It was then I thought to myself </div>
<div>
What a beautiful end to these poems</div>
<div>
And I mentioned then the symbolism</div>
<div>
Auspicious sevens and endless rings </div>
<div>
It tied everything together</div>
<div>
Like a red box wrapped in silver ribbon</div>
<div>
- And I want to mention now </div>
<div>
That I'd wanted it to be heart shaped - </div>
<div>
But for some reason</div>
<div>
I found myself hesitant to write it </div>
<div>
Like putting down the last words</div>
<div>
Seemed altogether too final for my liking</div>
<div>
I'd rather it be an endless thing</div>
<div>
I want this to be an endless thing </div>
<div>
The loop at the end of a key</div>
<div>
Buried in a chest known only to us</div>
<div>
A duotone iris encircling an endless sphere </div>
<div>
I want the rest of me to exist </div>
<div>
In a space nestled against this thing we are</div>
<div>
And finishing these words</div>
<div>
Seems a contradiction to that thought</div>
<div>
But perhaps instead I will</div>
</span>
</div>
</span>
</div>
</span>
</div>
</span>
</div>
</span>
</div>
</span>
</span></div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-39392372429036981112018-08-06T20:09:00.000-07:002018-08-06T20:09:13.939-07:00Untitled
<span></span>
<div style="-en-clipboard: true;">
Darkness eats the room</div>
<div>
blurring this place and the next </div>
<div>
and I wait for him</div>
<div>
as he conjures threads of words</div>
<div>
drawn from between the spaces</div>
<div>
weaving a world just for me.</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-71615251817789902222018-07-16T20:17:00.000-07:002018-08-06T20:17:29.159-07:00Hole
<span></span>
<div style="-en-clipboard: true;">
It's small</div>
<div>
This hole of my throat</div>
<div>
So how can it feel like this</div>
<div>
Endless spiraling chasm</div>
<div>
This unaccountable void</div>
<div>
Like something huge</div>
<div>
Wound up inside me</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I yearn to fill it with words</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
String them together</div>
<div>
Somehow, in some way</div>
<div>
A knotted cord on which to cling</div>
<div>
But nothing seems to stick</div>
<div>
And I'm just holding empty threads</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My father taught me</div>
<div>
That to stop the rope unraveling</div>
<div>
You seal the end with flame</div>
<div>
But I guess, in a way</div>
<div>
That's the problem</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Because there's nothing inside me</div>
<div>
And nothing for which I burn</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-83556087918771824382018-07-13T20:15:00.000-07:002018-08-06T20:16:20.044-07:00Infinity Mirror
<div style="-en-clipboard: true;">
I move through the world</div>
<div>
Like a funhouse with its</div>
<div>
Thousand broken mirrors</div>
<div>
Projections cast from the eyes</div>
<div>
Of all these solipsistic ghosts</div>
<div>
Each with their own painted image</div>
<div>
To adorn my fleeting form</div>
<div>
That ship in the fog heavy night</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Somewhere in the fathomless</div>
<div>
The sign of my passage</div>
<div>
Strikes distant shores</div>
<div>
Overturns small things </div>
<div>
Buried in the sand</div>
<div>
Unknowing minds</div>
<div>
Touched by my wake</div>
<div>
Empty vessels that</div>
<div>
Unwittingly carry</div>
<div>
Some fractured sense of self</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I yearn for this place</div>
<div>
I've come to believe</div>
<div>
Where the water is so still</div>
<div>
And my image sits unbroken</div>
<div>
In a crystallized momentum</div>
<div>
All a million shining shards</div>
<div>
That reflect the things</div>
<div>
I believe myself to be</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
An imperfect glass</div>
<div>
For an imperfect being</div>
<div>
A face reflecting face</div>
<div>
To have that be received</div>
<div>
And create a light</div>
<div>
That extends infinite between us</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-60719836988630653532018-07-12T20:12:00.000-07:002018-08-06T20:16:27.590-07:00Camera<div style="-en-clipboard: true;">
A camera is this thing</div>
<div>
A box made of metal and plastic</div>
<div>
Fitted with mirrors and lenses </div>
<div>
And a hole to consume the light </div>
<div>
It diligently reproduces </div>
<div>
What I tell it to see</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The aperture controls the depth</div>
<div>
I open the iris wide</div>
<div>
In order to make it see less</div>
<div>
A thin line of perfect clarity</div>
<div>
While everything else</div>
<div>
Becomes unimportant</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My eyes are lenses and mirrors </div>
<div>
They see an imperfect </div>
<div>
And upside-down world</div>
<div>
That my brain then sets right</div>
<div>
My mind diligently telling me </div>
<div>
This is the way things should be</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You see</div>
<div>
I am the opposite of a camera</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I have trouble remembering </div>
<div>
The days become a streaming blur</div>
<div>
Though daylight fills my windows </div>
<div>
A darkness still persists</div>
<div>
The dim creeps in from the edges</div>
<div>
like a cancerous vignette</div>
<div>
It consumes the light</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It becomes hard to focus</div>
<div>
And I get this sinking feeling</div>
<div>
That I'm out of my depth</div>
<div>
Like I'm living in a tunnel</div>
<div>
With curved glass on either end</div>
<div>
I have trouble looking </div>
<div>
Beyond my eyes</div>
<div>
Everything seems so unimportant</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The camera sees anything I tell it to</div>
<div>
But I'm not really sure </div>
<div>
How to show you </div>
<div>
What this is</div>
<div>
That I'm looking at</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And I really would like you</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
To see</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-90703656727579780302017-09-22T16:11:00.000-07:002017-11-02T09:32:15.955-07:00UntitledThere are clinical terms <br />
That I could use<br />
To describe the things I am feeling <br />
Just like you can take a pin <br />
And slide it through the flesh<br />
Of an insect, an animal<br />
And mount it on a board<br />
Take a clean white paper<br />
And carefully label it<br />
Preserve it under glass<br />
A stagnant moment in time<br />
Freed from context<br />
And easily digestible<br />
<br />
I've seen scorpions in resin<br />
Dangling from leather cords<br />
A decorative motif<br />
To dress the necks <br />
Of rebellious youths<br />
But like the skulls on leather jackets<br />
Or in baroque paintings<br />
They are only a reminder<br />
The suggested recollection<br />
Of the existence of poison<br />
It will never instill a shuddering panic<br />
As would a hard dry carapace<br />
The feel of parchment paper husks<br />
Shifting against the softness<br />
Of a woman’s breast<br />
A coiled tail <br />
Above a beating heart<br />
<br />
So while I would gladly provide<br />
Something clean and neat<br />
With thick cardstock <br />
And leveled corners<br />
Bathed under clear slick gloss<br />
I simply have no words<br />
That equal the weight on my chest<br />
This pressure against my form<br />
And a shifting against myself<br />
And frankly I am adverse<br />
To the feeling of pinsShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-35815426890522454992017-09-22T16:01:00.001-07:002017-11-02T09:30:08.143-07:00UntitledI am a waterfall <br />I spill out over<br />The island of my bed<br />Which in turn unravels<br />In sheets and blankets<br />Cascading onto the floor<br />A thing which in turn<br />Is currently represented<br />By murky pools of black void<br />The conceit of carpet<br />Existing only but for <br />Object permanence <br />A memory<br />Of feeling and stability <br />Beneath my feet <br />The black out curtains <br />Consume the rest<br />Drink up all but a sliver<br />That bathes my world in blue<br />Not enough to see by<br />But enough to be reminded<br />
Of the abyssShannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-77364946770267857262017-09-14T19:42:00.003-07:002017-09-14T19:42:42.930-07:00Reflections
<span></span>
<div>
<span>Standing in a bathroom</span></div>
<div>
<span>The muted notes of horns</span></div>
<div>
<span>Slips through the plywood</span></div>
<div>
<span>Unnoticed</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>Had I not noticed it anyway</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>Instead of a mirror</span></div>
<div>
<span>There is a painting of a snake </span></div>
<div>
<span>A stylized cobra</span></div>
<div>
<span>Dreaming of skateboards</span></div>
<div>
<span>And motorcycle jackets</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>So instead I stare at this</span></div>
<div>
<span>Pink Himalayan Salt Stone</span></div>
<div>
<span>That could </span></div>
<div>
<span>In some sense</span></div>
<div>
<span>Provide for a bit of reflection</span></div>
<div>
<span>Just not the kind I need</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>But mostly</span></div>
<div>
<span>It doesn't really work at all</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>Nothing here</span></div>
<div>
<span>Is really what was intended</span></div>
<div>
<span> </span></div>
<div>
<span>It's not really</span></div>
<div>
<span>What anyone wants </span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>In the corner</span></div>
<div>
<span>There next to the door</span></div>
<div>
<span>I see ants</span></div>
<div>
<span>Swarming over something</span></div>
<div>
<span>That I can't quite make out</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>When I get closer</span></div>
<div>
<span>I see the corn kernel body</span></div>
<div>
<span>Of a dying beetle</span></div>
<div>
<span>Collapsed in a divot in the concrete floor</span></div>
<div>
<span>Shifting one of its remaining legs</span></div>
<div>
<span>Unable to get out<br /><br />And I want to do something<br />But I can't seem to move<br />So instead with one arm</span></div>
<div>
<span>I find the door</span></div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-277448778581109352017-09-14T17:00:00.000-07:002017-09-14T20:36:43.296-07:00Pinnings
<span></span>
<div>
<span>They fall for me when I am up</span></div>
<div>
<span>When I am a whirling rapturous thing</span></div>
<div>
<span>A dream they can cling to upon waking</span></div>
<div>
<span>A whispered sense in their depths that suggests</span></div>
<div>
<span>Magic is a thing</span></div>
<div>
<span>That could actually exist</span></div>
<div>
<span>An implied but unspoken promise</span></div>
<div>
<span>Dripping with what might be</span></div>
<div>
<span>Seductive candy coated insinuations</span></div>
<div>
<span>Of things to come</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>They yearn for something</span></div>
<div>
<span>That can't be pinned down</span></div>
<div>
<span>Or neatly stored in small keepsake boxes</span></div>
<div>
<span>A life outside of the chaste treasured totems</span></div>
<div>
<span>In scrapbooks and photo albums</span></div>
<div>
<span>They want to be brought to flame</span></div>
<div>
<span>For something that inverts their insides</span></div>
<div>
<span>And redeems them</span></div>
<div>
<span>Of their acceptance</span></div>
<div>
<span>Absolves them of settling</span></div>
<div>
<span>And of their resignation</span></div>
<div>
<span>Under the weight of could have beens</span></div>
<div>
<span><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span>But a map is not a doorway</span></div>
<div>
<span>And I am not Atlas</span></div>
<div>
<span>So there will be times</span></div>
<div>
<span>When the world is to much to bear</span></div>
<div>
<span>And I won't have enough light</span></div>
<div>
<span>To ignite the stars</span></div>
<div>
<span>So when reality crashes in</span></div>
<div>
<span>In it's inevitable rising tide </span></div>
<div>
<span>Carrying routine and disappointment</span></div>
<div>
<span>Rhythm and rote</span></div>
<div>
<span>Then even the afterimage will fade</span></div>
<div>
<span>And in the end they leave me</span></div>
<div>
<span>when I am down</span></div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-66728290784106898212017-01-07T15:38:00.002-08:002017-09-22T11:24:57.619-07:00Shatter ★★★★<div>
Sometimes the sky is meteoric</div>
<div>
Black sheen glossy obsidian dark</div>
<div>
And I can see the hands reach down</div>
<div>
From trembling inverted mountain peaks</div>
<div>
As the framework rafters bow and scream</div>
<div>
I see the silver fish</div>
<div>
In the sidewalk gutter gardens</div>
<div>
As they move the moon carves up their backs</div>
<div>
Making empty nests for writhing birds </div>
<div>
That speak warnings in whispers</div>
<div>
Of winter upon us</div>
<div>
The dark is coming to lay down </div>
<div>
Like a lover at my feet to rest on my body</div>
<div>
To pull me under and eat my thoughts </div>
<div>
Until I am empty and hollow and freezing</div>
<div>
Until my head is just a radio</div>
<div>
Filled in between with the cries</div>
<div>
Of the sun and the weaving of the waves</div>
<div>
Of the great invisible rivers </div>
<div>
That run through my fingertips </div>
<div>
And point at the north star</div>
<div>
Everything is slipping downward </div>
<div>
Some intimate black box hold</div>
<div>
Like barbecue lenses and train turntables</div>
<div>
Catatonia speaking cotton</div>
<div>
Bach and the invisible harmonica dreaming</div>
<div>
Quilt weighted beaches </div>
<div>
Remembering wet sheets and drowning</div>
<div>
And then you say something<br />
And the world sets back in </div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
Everything clear</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-74598804174867878422017-01-07T15:37:00.000-08:002017-09-22T11:24:12.329-07:00Obliviate ★★★<div>
I was going to write a poem</div>
<div>
In beautiful words I'd express </div>
<div>
The way your ghost had returned </div>
<div>
The black weight, the cherished pit</div>
<div>
But you aren't worth</div>
<div>
Being caressed by silk soft words</div>
<div>
To wrap around you in gossamer glory </div>
<div>
Instead I want words</div>
<div>
That splinter and rot inside you </div>
<div>
Your existence has become a blight</div>
<div>
On my precious memories of you</div>
<div>
And it would be distressingly easy</div>
<div>
To wrap you in shimmering anamnesis</div>
<div>
To see you through a lens turned back</div>
<div>
So maybe once you might have been</div>
<div>
My summer</div>
<div>
My poetry </div>
<div>
But now you're just an asshole</div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-61641925653894918952017-01-07T15:35:00.004-08:002017-09-22T11:23:55.095-07:00As Intended ★★★★<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I wrote a poem on this page</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I had addressed it to you </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I erased it</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Line by line </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The only part I kept was the end</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It read</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">We play this game </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Where we never ask questions </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And never get answers</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Which was really everything </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">That I had wanted to say</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And I suppose you could ask</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Exactly what I meant</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But you see</span></div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-13945068725936491722017-01-07T15:35:00.001-08:002017-09-22T11:23:46.106-07:00Miss Connected ★★★★<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">When our bodies were divided </span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was discovered</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">that we were full of emptiness </span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That there were great gaps inside us</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Each of us a vacant night sky</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pinned with particle stars</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The only reason I feel </span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your skin under my fingertips</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Is because every atom of my being</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yearns to push you away</span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some suggest that</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Under certain impossible circumstances</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We might become unphased</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And slip into each other </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our bodies converging</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Into some inextricable complication</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Perhaps in some other parallel place</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some ghost of a dream</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The strings tied around our fingers</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Would have wound a different way</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And my hand would have found</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">The empty spaces in yours</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe this is how things happened </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To someone much like me</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And a person I could mistake for you </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But as things are</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We just brush against each other</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Feel the flaring insistent sparks of a current </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">That composes the very things that we are</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">And walk away</span></span></div>
Shannon Buchananhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17364854492396313802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1236611924106265331.post-47812560837919651362017-01-07T15:34:00.000-08:002017-09-22T11:23:01.151-07:00Let's Run Away Together ★★★★<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Let's run away together</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've grown tired of waking up in these sheets</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That smell like the past</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of obligation and complication</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lets slip away under a shroud of night</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With only the light from your eyes to guide the way</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll walk barefoot on dew coated grass</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Through hidden mountain passages that take us</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To a home that only exists</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bound between thin cardboard leafs</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lets get married</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll find some small town chapel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Full of well-meaning old hideaways</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Who we will beguile with decadent lies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like fine chocolates and silk from our smiles</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll set up camp like stalwart explorers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Eat fast food and jars of peaches</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We can make blanket forts of the pews</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll drape honeysuckle from the pulpit</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And bells from the windows</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll open the doors to the moths and fireflies</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And anyone else who will come</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If they ask what it is</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">What we're all on about now</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll tell them it's their high school reunion</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A bowling league</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Armistice Day Singers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And we'll smile and say "come in"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">You'll wear a key from your neck</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And a band of Russian amber</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And I'll wear a dress</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lined with baby's breath and butterfly wings</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Instead of sharing champagne</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll put on matching crowns</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And raise our hands to the sun triumphant</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Conquerors of everything we could be</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And owners of everything we couldn't</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And as the cold night air settles in</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll play music on my ipod</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With not a single song about love</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We'll find a best man and make him toast to the absurd</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And the pointlessness of life and loving anything</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And everyone will be confused</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And nothing will make sense</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To anyone at all</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Except for you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">to me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">to you</span></div>
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