Chainlink memory
In the dream state of night
Unshackled reality
Through a window of light
Which pours like rain
And puddles my sight
Until ripples reflect
My Goldfinch in flight
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When Butterflies Were Band-aids
Look me in my heartache
And tell me there’s a cure
When butterflies were band-aids
Where fact and fiction blur
Speak to me in virtues
The one’s I’m pickled for
When only field’s were diamonds
And playgrounds left you sore
Hold me in your sorrow
With hands so soft and pure
When bedtime meant tomorrow
Was absolutely sure
Hear me as the willows
Send shivers down your spine
When fluff was just for pillows
Where wonder’s in the pine
Sense me in my mourning
For those yet to be fed
When fear meant it was pouring
Where Rover was still red
Send prayers if you still got em
Though mine have long since fled
This well’s filled from the bottom
Where sailboats are led
your conscience
I was this
I was that
I was—rat-a-tat-tat—
Who’s there?
Who’s knocking, oh
Welcome back Jack!
You are here
Door’s open
Let’s have a chit-chat
I am great
I am grand
I am—rat-a-tat-tat—
A friend?
Who’s there?
Who’s knocking at my nerves?
It’s me, your conscience
I am here to serve
You not what you have been
Or whatever you were
I am here as your guide
I am honest
I am pure
My fragile mind
It’s hard sometimes to go outside
So I wear this hat, it makes me feel cool
It’s hard sometimes to pass the time
So I write these prose inside my fragile mind
No they’re not for you
No they’re not for you
No they’re not for you
They’re for me
Like an eggshell cracks so do I
What spills out is just membrane and time
I know we’re all the same, you and I
This was just another from my fragile mind
No they’re not for you
No they’re not for you
No they’re not for you
They’re for me
An all too common feeling
I can’t explain the reason
I end up in this place
Each page another season
Aware there is no race
The end of new beginnings
Perhaps I’ll save some face
An all too common feeling
This one I can’t explain
At times it leaves me reeling
At times it leaves me faint
At times it can be healing
Most times it’s a disgrace
Perhaps what leaves me stuck in
This all too common place
Are shadows in this doorframe
The one’s I can’t erase
My twin flame in the dark
Now that I have found you
My fear of letting go
Like willows that surround you
My love blows to and fro
No longer does your sorrow
Need explanations, no
I long not to disarm you
I only wish to show
What lingers in those bright eyes
Your memories I’ll share
With cherry kissed tomorrows
My true love I am here
To brighten up your morning
You brighten up my heart
The broken wick you lit now knows
My twin flame in the dark
My work it shall begin
We are safe because we want to feel safe
And afraid because we allow ourselves to fear
All throughout the life I’ve know I’ve accepted what was
Hardly ever asking myself the real question, that is
What exactly do you want to be
Do you want to be loved? Feared? Saved?
Am I making myself clear?
Like standing by the railing of a ferry boat adrift
Looking out into the fog of early mornings spent
Nervous though I was, a child full of dread
Patiently awaiting the comfort darkness fed
Full of all my longings, too scared to make a sound
Reeling for the guidance, waiting to be found
But it wasn’t until I spoke the words
Which have placed me here today
And I wouldn’t place the blame where there is nothing left to blame
I could have got out long before that house we knew burnt down
I could have run away, what’s more
I could have made a sound
Though fear and faith are binding
For a child guilt is hard
And safety commonly looks like
A smile from afar
But now I’m counting crows, who’ve eaten all the crumbs
And as for beanstalks stalking, I’ve cut down every one
To grandma’s house goes Red, she no longer has to run
The piglets in their cabin, I hear they’re having fun
Released into the willows are fairytales Grimm
Now safe my inner child’s sound
My work it shall begin
Norwegian wood aglow
Actually I am, as
Real as they come
I see us in Alaska
Enchanted we are one, so
Love me lovely star seed
My hand is yours to hold
Among the valleys
Northern lights
Norwegian wood aglow
Be the light
Be the light
you longed for
in the darkness
of childhood.
Through the air vents of my room
I’ve known a many artist in my day, say
Today old friend you come to mind
And how for a short time, your voice divine
Scratchy and old, though, you and I know
Age is just a number and it’s you who’d show
Me this: Dear, Gavin Heron Vante
Who needed a place to rest his weary head
For the night I offered you some bread
Where that night you had said, Ah man!
I haven’t seen this show in years, mind if I watch
Married with Children, Amen! Amen!
Then later I’d record you playing all the chords
I always had wish I could, watching your fingers
Slide and swoop through Sloop John B
I tried to sing harmonies but who was I kidding
Aloof in my eagerness to know everything and all
You had to offer and more, more, more I cried
Singing, drinking in the night like two old friends
Because we were in fact just two ageless nobodies
In the effortless night of somebodies
Giving me your time, cradling my wine
Looking through old photo’s now
I can still feel your spirit sing softly through
The air vents of my room
The next morning of course, saying farewell
Dropping you at Austin’s Coffee
Collecting your bicycle and taking the trash out for a buck
Needing my fix of early morning talkie
That I’m sure no one ever really gave a hoot about —
Now I hear you’re out of the Coma
That took you too soon like a phantom in the night
You were right when you told me
To take it easy man, oh man, Gavin Heron Van
Where there is no plan there in lies the plan
I now know the meaning of that age old saying
Those were the days, good sir, I give my praise
Sincerely,
Dave
P.S. There’s a place for you here, always
Words Of An Average White Male 