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#122

Well… I was nowhere near as close to finished as I thought I was…

“The Dust of Devils”

The Mississippi’s wide,
and the Western rain torrential,
brimming tall in the between
with empty promise and potential.

I smell the hunger in your bones.
The marrow aching for deliverance,
I see you down on bended knee
In some petition to indifference

Don’t you know you got the dust of devils in your blood
That’s the dark propulsion telling you to run
There’s no sleeping in the land of midnight sun
The dust of devils in your blood

You know, my father’s got no grave,
just some dust I left on Whitney.
Sometimes I feel I’m just the same,
silt through the fingers trying to catch me.
From that peak I saw a light
A silver crease across the darkness.
I yelled “You must be good and kind”
It called back “Son I’m cold and heartless”

Don’t you know you got the dust of devils in your blood
That’s the dark momentum pushing you to run
There’s no sleeping in the land of midnight sun
The dust of devils in your blood

If you’re counting blessings, it don’t mean God’s good and kind
He’s just wanting for attention. You were never on his mind.
There’s a graveyard up in Heaven where saint Peter sends mistakes
That’s the truth of easy living. That’s the lie of even breaks.
It’s been the same since just one particle exploded and the universe was birthed
You’re still that tiny hunk of stardust floating ‘round in search of things we all deserve.

Don’t you know you got the dust of devils in your blood
That’s the dark propulsion telling you to run
There’s no sleeping in the land of midnight sun
The dust of devils in your blood

Don’t you know you got the dust of devils in your blood
That’s the hesitation telling you you’re done
That’s what’s telling you to go and grab your gun
The dust of devils in your blood


#123

A few more related to this one:

I Could Never Love You

I could never love you
Lukewarm and convenient
I could never love you
Casual and inconsequential
I could never love you
Lazy and lackadaisical

I held your hand by windows
Graffitied in starlight
While you whispered adages
About how my left compliments your right,
How you’re shy about the scratches on your father’s watch,
And how first kisses can be for cheeks

I could never love you
Plain Jane and lackluster
I could never love you
Sluggish and circumstantial
I could never love you
Taupe and muted

I light up in every story
With a map winding down the Italian coast
While you offer anecdotes
About horses skirting Peruvian hillsides by sunset,
The way you lost your breath in the Pyrenees,
And how the forest green always feels like home

I could never love you
Tired and uninspired
I could never love you
Lost and third or fourth best
I could never love you
Without giving you all I can

Inside a Kiss

Soft and gentle lips part slowly
When tongues shake hands;
Introductions are careful and hushed
In hazy 2-am street lamp lullabies
While you turn up our favorite song on the radio
And I feel your lips curl into a smile

I’m quick to explore your forehead
When you weave your fingers into mine
And you say a lot of things;
About tomorrow, how this feels, and where you wish we’d been
It’s rushed but it rings true
And just now I’m finding the words I wanted to say;
From the “yes I knows” to the “but we met now and let’s go all ins”

If I could sign a lease on this moment
I would do it without a glance at the interest rate
Numbers are just a way to say no
To a future you’ve landlocked to signposts
That don’t show their hand when the cards are down