Live From The Shakes

i have to listen to it
even if it shakes me
out of my comfortable shell
and while i haven’t been eaten yet
nor lived on an ice sculpture
i’ve been at the ocean and balcony’s railings before
where’s my tuesday afternoon?
in a jar on a shelf in my bed, behind my dreams
where i visit during sleep and on occasions of rainy days
and celebration of nature
and my acceptance for it’s toll
it firmly collects from me
but i still can’t understand myself in mirrors
i’m nothing more than my classroom
of course i’m better off inside my head than in your world
how i change in blue
i’m yet to forgive
my sexual grudge
and i’m in the city as i’d imagine
my young crush
pure drive ahead of myself
in focus wrongly along the signs
at my street again
under a lamp post in a trench coat
so i keep wanting to write back for when i hurt myself
i never would’ve thought
and paved street
there would be this much about where i am
disconnected through telephone in space
and four painted wall corner spaces for sitting indian style
and candlelight shadows
finding romance
yawning at the clockwork slow
under cloud and golden error
the road to nowhere paved in good intentions
to depth seashell and holiday belief
into the dark of selectively lit doors
so much for hospitality/support
and building around autumn’s falling leaves
now the meal and enticing sound of a ringing cash register
so to speak
i haven’t even touched my plate yet
not that i feel like i should eat
my selfish rest and paradise
the angle’s nerves
i return my bleeding palm and heart to dr. then
out through the glass door to figure up my bills into the world
and i shouldn’t be growing this hair
but don’t mind me
i’m anonymous
and ta-dah!
i’m honest about being in denial about who i am
just trying to see stoplights reflect off the small city streets on rainy days
i’m thankful to be alive for

Live From The Shakes


Joined March 2011

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Artist's Description

i wrote this all in one sitting rather late after a long day of drinking with my friends. i had too much to drink but was nearing more toward sober when sat and wrote. i suppose i felt a bit depressed but i was also feeling a bit open about the world and what’s going on in it. i think i was able to pull through into production thanks to some very kind words Ina Mar left to me in a comment. this piece isn’t about her as far as the words within it go, but i honestly don’t think i would’ve sat to write it without her uplifting words. needless to say, all of my thanks go out to her for her encouragement and influence, and i pretty well dedicate this work to her as an ode to what she shows of herself in her marvelous work.

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