In the see, Ourselves

I’ve included both the new version and the original here.  The new version is first.

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“In The See of Ourselves”

 

In the See of Ourselves

In all these moments of everlasting love, I sat there and spoiled over my troubles, forgetting the arms in my arms, forgetting the nowness of these very moments.

I see you in passing, in windows, in a vast city of ourselves.

I stare out the window, seeing you, walking your own hallway.

I see you, while passing a window in my own hallway, standing in your window, staring out at me.

At times we stand atop the roof of our compartments, standing, staring back at each other in the wind and the night and the stage and the day and it’s wild and bewildering beauty.  Lovers clasped in song across the sea of ourselves, lighthouse to lighthouse we dance upon the shores; locked in battle for a moment, a truth, adventure, romance and a punch line.

 

In the City of Ourselves

Lives the gang fight of The Lizzies Vs. The Warriors.

“Hey Boppers, put down your weapons, put down your dogs, The Devil’s Kitchenettes battle the Bushwick Blue Bombers-“

It’s a hot and fast and heavy battle of Goodwill’s and oven mittens, of witticisms and folk songs.  Streaks of Jealous Envy Greens splashed with spray can sprays of Heart’s Blood Red tagging ourselves ferociously in an entanglement of unsaid eyes and unsaid arms.

Black Morphia flows, pouring out eyes and mouths, it’s a food fight, and it’s laughing, night mouthed and happy, slapping dark frosting across, with fingers, faces.  Bright shining stars in eyes freckle the fray with a glint of cold steel- she wasn’t kidding- neither was I.  “Slap me harder…  Make it hurt.”  We dance with knives and cut out bits, in inches, in pounds of flesh, of heart, and soul.  And, with respectful poise, and sacred grace, we swallow still beating hearts and raise to each other’s lips, the pulsing fractions of ourselves.

 

In the Sea of Ourselves

Rise two sky scrapers.

Facing one another in the crash of waves and whirl of winds, apprentices miscast magics from larger sleeves.

Spotlights down, on each of us, helicopter shutter shout white bright light us in the night.  Cameras panning wide into a zoom up close and personal, two rock legends heckling an audience of fishes in schools with riches in tunes of amber gold.

My wolf mane greys, howling to mistress moon a sailor’s lullaby, a song you gave to me.

Atop our Strawberry, bleeding, red delicious we harmonize, in gentle rockabilly an all-you-need-is-love song and project our fears across the tips of each and every concrete tree, and cast them off into the streets where lone drone loans shark friends, nibbling in the neighborhood Octopussy garden.

Above we cry, love, laugh, so uncontrollably.

 

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Below is the original.

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In all these moments of everlasting love I sat there and spoiled over my troubles forgetting the arms in my arms forgetting the now I see you in passing in windows in a vast city of ourselves I stare out the window seeing you walking your own hallway, I see you, while passing a window in my hallway standing in your window staring out at me. At times we stand atop the roof of our compartments, standing staring back at each other in the wind and the night and the stage and the day and it’s wild and bewildering beauty lovers clasped in song across the sea of ourselves light house to lighthouse we Dance upon the shores locked in battle for a moment, a truth, adventure, romance and a punch line.

In the city of ourselves lives the gang fight of The Lizzies vs. The Warriors, hey boppers, put down your knives, put down your weapons The Devil’s Kitchenettes battle the Bushwick Blue Bombers it’s a hot and fast and heavy battle of goodwills and oven mittens of witticisms and folk songs. Streaks of jealousy envy green splashed with sprays of heart blood red tagging ourselves ferociously in an entanglement of eyes and arms black morphia flows in, pouring out our eyes and mouths it turns to a food fight and it’s laughing night mouthed and happy slapping dark frosting across with fingers, faces. Bright shine stars in eyes freckle the fray with a glint of cold steel she wasn’t kidding, neither was I, slap me harder, make it hurt we dance with knives and cut out bits in inches in pounds of flesh of heart and soul and with respectful poise and sacred grace we swallow still beating hearts and raise to each other’s lips the pulsing fractions of ourselves.

In the sea of ourselves rise two sky scrapers. Facing one another in the crash of waves and whirl of winds. Spotlight down on each of us cameras zooming wide then close, two rock legends heckling an audience of fishes in schools with riches in tunes of amber gold and wolf mane grey, a sailor rocks his lullaby, a song you gave to me. Atop our own strawberry, we harmonize in gentle rockabilly an all you need is love song and project our fears across the tips of each and every concrete tree, and cast them off into the streets where shark friends nibble by an octopuses garden, above we cry, love, laugh so uncontrollably.

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