Splitting hairs until it comes undone

Its Christmas time again
the wind whipped her lips and his
stinging their faces and drying their tears
the two figures stood out in the cold
it was all he could do to keep from kissing her
and the gap between them widened
no more soft outlines in golden moonlight
just jagged edges, sharp feelings
and a tension
not to draw together but repel away
a reversal of polarities on a sub polar day
her eyes off his and their eyes apart
the ground filled his vision and she filled his thoughts
or the way she was
since her figure was a rapidly shrinking shape
in the fog of snow and increasing darkness
black and white and salt and ice
its sadness, its inability, its stubbornness
its irreconcilable,
it was love.
Its Christmas time again.

Roger and Amy

This is their story
Roger and Amy
born in the spring of '86
Though they were strangers
they soon would find out
that they were meant to find each other
Oh theyre neighbors
her parents moved in from Decatur
and in the summer they would swim together
By fall their best friends
and school would start then
First day of grade school in a rainstorm
Huddled together
eating their crackers
Roger turned to Amy and said "I love you"
Oh three simple words
he didn't know what he was saying
but it would stay with her until she...
The years they would pass
they grew up so fast
said all the people "They're inseparable"
But like all good things
Roger and Amy
would let their friendship fall on hard times
Oh its Highschool
Roger's in love with other girls
And though she wouldn't say it Amy was so sad
Its winter formal
both now were seniors
and Roger was asking just one person
Its winter formal
Amy done waiting
said yes to the boy in her math class
Oh its Love
Amy and her boy would cut a rug
and though he wouldn't say it Roger was so mad
And two years later
in a Ford Ranger
that boy would finally pop the question
She called up Roger
to tell the good news
that she and her man were getting married
Oh he faked it
Roger said congratulations
he had wasted time and couldnt hold it back
So on a spring day
before the wedding
Roger and Amy ate together
He said "remember"
"On that first day"
"When i told you that i loved you"
Oh the silence
Amy started to cry then
She said "you're way too late, and I am getting married"
In his depression
He started thinking
about all the good times they had growing up
And how he squandered
his time with Amy
there would not be a happy ending
Oh the summer
the time when they became not quite lovers
Roger and Amy would never speak again

Nothing to write home about

Light light light
I want my light to shine
A resounding wave to flow out
and let my voice be heard
Write write write
Lord let me find the right
let me sleep at night
so i can find delight
Why cant i write write write
of find my light light light?
Up and down and green and black
houses and chairs and leavs all around
and books and pens and music and time and blue and red
and months and states of being and towers encased in crystal
and mice and men and glue and birdhouses and checks and cameras
and days at the beach, and nights at the beach, and life in the suburbs
and blessings and curses and ups and downs and scales and measures
and life and death and dust to dust and heaven and hell and beginning and end
and love and hate and records and baseball cards and shoes and papers
nothing to lie about, nothing to write about.