Words I could never sayI'm lying in the darkMore Like This
Waiting for you
To reach out and take my hand
And hold me close
I know that despite the fact things can change
You are still the one thing I can lose
I would give you my heart
Give you my soul
If you would just reach out
And take everything that I hold out
Reach for my hand
And reach out for my life
Because I'm giving it all to you
But doubt dares to accuse me
And say you might refuse me
I feel that I'm losing
A battle that was not started with you
All because of the words that I cannot say
I know that I need you for all time
But I know that you are so far away
I see who you are from the inside
I'm betting I can offer the same to you
I try to tell you time and time again
But your words
Always take my breath away
I tell myself
Wait just for one more day
Then I will give my heart to you
Now I'm left here
With the words I could never say
Your Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local PapersBut listen to me: I will tell youMore Like This
how to love a bedspread;
a car seat; a sun dress
that you cleaned two months ago.
and should they find her
in the breast of a riverbank
or a cabinet,
I will tell you
facts about scavenger birds;
kettles, wakes and how to chair a committee
with a body on your desk,
as scavenger birds do.
sci-fi stories about the end of the world1.More Like This
the species invents prophecies
all of which contain terrors
a beleaguered sun collapses into itself
It's not yet night when the committee interrupts the regularly scheduled programming
and describes the inertia as unforgivable.
Outside the grief, the cardboard:
Every time you teach a computer about distance
the terrorists win.
In every scenario: No colorado left,
and survivors leave messages
for the future.
Before the last people on Earth forgot how to speak,
he thought of that day.
The committee was right
to describe space as an absence.
The more artistic
of the species' prophecies include fields
such as here and there
relative to the everywhere of the other thing.
The other thing is often the cause
of whatever terror has been imagined.
The terror, of course, being another word for nothingness.
someone is remembering the pacific-
a maniac fires his rifle into a crowd
later, the news interviews a woman,
"All i remember are balloons"
they say this is w