MY FRIENDS (WORKING ON THIS)
I.
pennies in arms, playing goodbye
can't out-rain morning wonder
home you're on your way
/all the merry clouds
girls, you're my tree
scrap-booked all up in goodbye clothes
/drinking outside my house and never
standing, strolling motion
one beside you, you're shining the glue
/avenue finds love again
bells like love dominoes
slow the eyes for your time
never loving, the sweet boy
and the room kids go home
and this sweet champagne
you waved on the street
never hedges a bluer goodbye
/and as sweet, in the hall
my down lovers sat
sitting so slim
then I'm steel
and just again
the one thing
when on leave
wet has you looking well
/saw the way you cherry
somebody standing old
and home you could whisper
love and rain ringing high
remember and wonder
breathe the drifting beach
was no ballerina
/drink standing up
will make you leave home
get love's glance, a star
constellations of your lovers
fly your hand like ribbons
born into dancing, street stars
you conquered my arms
the night, childlike and walking
/lovers found sandy love
eyes in wonder like fields sweet
and the bells sang broken rhymes
born into tomorrow, our wine passed on
before the train put you on the street
would you catch the crowd's eye
and grow, and walk through summertime
/the mountain, it's wrong
the land in wet dreams
keeps seeing wonders
a face of wonder ventured from the doorway
and in the still morning below the eyes
fly right into your silence in time
a sleet of water ringing the right tune
/you gotta take wings
and take your darlings
down to my mansion avenue
and never will the rain turn time
high and wheeling, your arms fly
falling back to the station
falling through the white to you
catch the stranger in your clothes
rhyming and arresting your little bridges
your lantern on my hill burning bright
/down where the bells ring in the back-street
nighttime and the time for wonder music like you do
I'm bold with goodbyes, but i cant get by you
stepping every time she comes for a kiss
i got it once and i got white like you
we were on sweet street, the avenue sweet
the one we both dream, and say i love this
/i say you're young, I'm a rain felt on your face
the wind wall spraying the window goodbye
you are the wanted and they'll try the whole night
go inside with me and the snow will be our wonder
then you can count the sun coming up slow sliding
I'm your boy but my rainbow is dying
just as I'm trying to say goodbye
all the lovers looking cold
please, never say thats you
catch me in the back-street
by chance and a goodbye will say
the time shakes and the ride is faster than wine
twenty two and the sweet past comes to me
through the lightly kissing rain like re-born
with little around for the world i first knew
these streets are a dream for you and me
/ moving back for you, young love, the darling
sun ring all around you, light ballerina
be your own, the sky will play time-chariot
but remember to see me, young and standing
step up wonder street, the avenue as a story
behind the white wall, return barefoot
i will be there always late
on the street and in the rainbow sky
II.
/ you’re a wall of rain
shaking on my sandy street
and I never want you again.
I'm cherried.
\somebody sweet!
to stare out the window with me
to share every drifting part
wonder, no. it's standing
in the rain in your best goodbye clothes
/ it still will hurt for awhile
and I’ll try to sting the stars
and you, you just start dancing,
like you don’t remember the word.
bring me pennies
and the wonder I had will drown.
we lightly say a dream rhyme.
you weren’t born to say anything
but around, over and over.
your whole life will be filled
with these lightless lanterns
and each time you say goodbye
it hurts worse and your arms turn
into shades of the sun but don’t move them,
you might make a love sound like rough ribbons.
\ no, you wont even give goodbyes,
you stand tilted in the street, wrong and you
take the goodbye, make it sound darling
and you make the music I love
turn into a stale morning
/ still champagne can make you soft
but you only choke me with your ribbons
/ born again I thought,
bells take the stale morning
you gave me and turn it into
a gift of cracked half-wings.
sitting in your rain, I hate this night.
/ go slim
these streets once wanted you,
now you’ve lost love's white felt
you can look into waves and remember
me but through all that light,
I'm the one that you’ll never be.
/ can one as broken as you
catch my goodbye from the bridges
catch my bedside morning clothes
III.
/the wine sang the tune
/ you strolling;
you will grow, girl tree
I scrap-booked you, right on my wall
/ I saw you burning. the dying
kiss in the back-street,
nighttime eyes, like a ballerina
/ drink on as the old chance boy
goes shining,
he sprays on his story,
gets behind in the book.
the last page says
goodbye to the standing ballerina
/ see me, past the sky.
like star
constellations
high and scrolled
on the wall; lovers bright
and ringing
/ slowly I passed your hand back,
kissing it bluer through the ringing cold.
please, the way you kill me,
its slow and I count the wings
falling this summer
