Run Boy Run ~ Lady Margaret ~ Acapella Style ~ Rhythm Room

A man
at the end of the bed
has a reflection

and I am frozen

I cannot rub my eyes
or
move the blanket from my nose

I try to nudge Dylan
but he is unaffected
and
aloof

maybe he's seen him before.

I recall
the whisper in my ear
and
the woman in white
and
the television
turning on
and
off

why only in this house?
why me?
why can't I move?

my heart races
I close my eyes
and
he
is
gone.

Family emergency

Night voices echo from
the train yard
I awake to your shouts
someplace
between a
nightmare
and
awake

Texts from cowards
and
drunkards
and
a dog who has no idea
that his life will change in
5 hours

The quarterly chime of
the grandfather clock
reminds me
I cannot sleep

I've only been in my own bed
one night this week

The only things that matter
are the things
that make
your heart
feel
whole.

one can only wish
so very hard
that the floor does not
buckle
underneath your wobbly knees
whilst
hugging a man
who just lost his child.

i felt the room shift
and
i felt his throat pulse
and
i felt his breath deepen
and
i felt his arms so so so tight
and
i just thought

I CANNOT LET GO.

don't let go.

because there are never
enough
i love yous
when
a piece of your world
just
disappears.

forever.

and there are never enough
stay strongs
or
he's your angels
or
fuck
THIS IS NOT FAIR.




so this is for you.
Jon.
I love you.

use that.
in case of emergency.

and






in case
we carelessly become
soulless bodies
before
our time.

"part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time"


last night
the distinct sound
of a skateboard
outside my fourth floor
windows.

gave me
butterflies.

i cracked a quote
with my knee
in black and white books.

surprise text about
the love letters
of
Dylan Thomas.

check in
at the movies
without
bunch a crunch
and
hand holding.

and see you
in every actor
and
in every vibrate
under my right
thigh.

so i sang in the shower

please
let me be
your ticket home.

3am
he says:
"i love the way you look at the world."

serious talks
about
wanting to be serious.

promises.

we love each other's voices
so
I listen while he
tells stories about his French grandmother
and
gets emotional.

hold me so tight
through scary movies
and
scary dreams
and
scary feelings
because

finally.

we are equals.