Rinse the rice clean,PG
Water it down in weight
Filth to be lifted.
Rinse the rice clean
Let fallaway the few,
water them down the drain
For a life more subdued.
So the rice is rinsed well,
Still murky, but it’ll do.
After all, it’s for the pot,
to be soaked in a hot stew,
And such as all spirit forged seedlings,
It is swelled through and through,
Fogged glasses as proof.
Fluffed rice now to consume
Over the list of loves to be lost.
I’ve been here long enough to witness the reconstruction of this town,
long enough for them to rebuild over top of me.
I’m from a hushed town that silenced me,
and those empty streets drowned,
And I’m quiet because I want to be —
Because snow is falling in California
On our gentle apostolic mountain,
huddled in view,
cradling the junction of change
leading the sorrowful
returned in abundance.
I made magic in your eyes, a real regret to hold because you loved me, and I let you. I was practicing myself in the fallthrough. Then the let go, you saw. You witnessed just to fall victim to the view from inside me, and we shoved more than we fucked. Yes, I’m more ashamed than I am lovely or alone. But those are the nights when I’m longing to be in someone’s view.
I shouldn’t drive sober.
It’s not good for me,
Fixing my gaze on how to forget.PG
She runs from mePG
She doesn’t know me
And how could she recognize me?
I sold her off mid-sentence
Now she won’t come for me.
Come to me,
I’ll pass you off to him.
I hold real desires, but we’re separated.
I only know to tend.