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I wrote you something

Plagiarized, started as a poem

Came out as a song

Got lost along the way from here to the Hyatt to the Shelton dorm room to Inwood

But I wrote it anyway

Thinking I can fix the winter and the rain

And tomorrow won’t be the same breathless morning

Running to miss that call, still half awake

It never came through and I knew better, tho’ still cradled the thought and I’d do it again



Still stranded

In the miracle of yesterday

Breathless – tryin’ to make it and make everything right

Between Godlessness and Maryland and you and me there’s always Austin

And him, and her, and him and her, and all of us

And my cat snuggling soft and kind

Lookin’ up and seemingly vaguely saying I wish you knew the way

How I wish you knew the way and knew what I know,

This zen situation I have going on right now

Meow

I don’t, so I let it all go

Press tight this bible,

I wish so, too, on days like this

When everything hits

And I’m stranded

Desert central heat of Central Street, Watertown

Stranded

Boston suburbia, a cubicle of a house

Empty of vehicles, empty driveways, empty trees

Stranded

Afternoon blue sky and the security of unpaid bills the phone not ringing anymore but there is something nagging hard and I don’t want it to let go

But I am stranded

Between the philosophy bookshelves and the AIM conversation logs and her and you and him and me and there is something bigger than all this here,

Bigger than the cathair covered chair, hidden there, in the dusk of dust underneath the computer tabletop but bigger than that, and all of us

Are missing it

And someone’s breathless chest is hearing it and heaving soft

And tugging at my wishful shirt and saying, how yes,

I’m stranded, too

And this poem is for you