lovers who are really geese: July 2013

swans

"Doesn't really matter, you know, what kind of nasty names people invent for the music. But, uh, folk music is just a word, you know, that I can't use anymore. What I'm talking about is traditional music, right, which is to say it's mathematical music, it's based on hexagons. But all these songs about, you know, roses growing out of people's brains and lovers who are really geese and swans are turning into angels - I mean, you know, they're not going to die. They're not folk music songs. They're political songs. They're already dead."

Jude, I'm Not There.

Illustration of goose from here.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

gameface

today

i saw you for ten minutes,
the first ten minutes
in two weeks.
i smiled
because i missed you –
i haven't seen you in so long

but

i have a couple questions:
when did you grow that mole on your face?
when did your cheeks decide to stick
to the hollows of your skull?
when did your hair grow that long?
the last i checked you had a haircut
pretty recent

and

when did you rewrite your fingerprints?
when did that octopus build a home
on your head?
when did your mouth carry a deeper voice,
did the piano in your throat
tune itself a couple octaves down?
who switched off the lights in your eyes?
who painted you another shade of tan?
who stole your smile from its home on your lips?
when did the grooves in your ears become canyons?
why did your chin come out of hiding?
in two weeks did you grow another face?

sorry

if i was the one who planted it there

(distance kind of does that)