What’s Behind Your Eyes

I had something then I lost it

A whole district of Christmas windows

Every street at every sunset

We line up reality after reality while this one warms over

Fury, forgetfulness, forgiveness

Fathoms are what they’re calling for

And winged horses

And well-intentioned warlords

So much dirt to trample

So many messages to send

The meek and the miserly will dance among the ashes

It’s your wedding day

And What Will We Call It

Put one word in front of the other

As boats, like boars, if broken

Long forgotten mathematical paradox, I know you

Herds of suburban deer

Unseasonable warmth

Hold and release

Catch and release

Consider and release

And release