Elucidating Questions

Dear Hermes

Be more clear and then don’t throw a fit when I got it wrong

Or something

I want music that doesn’t make me think of him

I want to sing without being reminded I’m not singing with him

And I demand

Demand

Don’t laugh at me

I demand you tell me his name so this can be done

Tell me so I can stop searching

Is thirty not old enough?

You’ll sit sending your cryptic messages and I will search for nothing?

Over there he sits happily ever after ever more

I wish the earth would stop quaking

Stop holding the line

God it’s so hard to stay awake

Do you still succumb to the light of day?

As if

As if you’re ever awake

Whoever you are…

I’m growing old without you.

This is your daily reminder

Not to look into the sun

And tell it stop fucking with your electronics

Because who cares if I’m awake?

Take him away take him away

Hyde

Don’t you tell me which of us is here you’ll never hear my answer

I sure as hell hope I’m your ghost I will haunt you forever just so you know

I am here

Damn it

Do you know I have to hear it?

I have to hear it and think it’s not you

Then who the hell is it?

Dear Hermes

Speak the fuck up

At least the DJ is on it

Oh never mind

It’ll be okay of course

Will the feelings one day be sweet?

Or will they always taste this acrid.

How am I supposed to love something so

So

And nothing to speak of the silence

The silence

Your silence

I hope I am your ghost.

Boo!

I just might love you to death.

And we all know how tragic that would be.

It’s not enough

They lower their flags

It’s not enough

They wear orange

It’s not enough

They share, share, share

But it’s not enough

Doesn’t bring back thousands of children

Doesn’t take hands away from where they never belonged

Doesn’t stay the terror they were exposed to

Doesn’t do anything

They say their words

The babies are still dead

They spit their platitudes

The babies are still dead

They say say say

And it’s not enough

And it will never be enough

And those poor babies

Killed in Jesus’s name

I pray

That it dies a horrible death

Christianity

It’s midnight and I love you

It’s midnight and I’m alone wishing someone could feel me

It’s midnight and I never feel more alone than when the clock strikes

It’s a new day now, but you’re still not with me

It’s a new day now, but there’s no one around

It’s a new day now, but no one knows it

You keep asking

Who do you love

And I keep screaming

You

But it’s midnight now and the night will have its end

I wish it would take my love with it

But it’s a new day now and I still love you

Invisible dashed with rain

And slowly going insane

Trying to figure out the one thing

Trying to isolate the one thing

Maybe I can’t see the bigger picture?

Maybe my mind is clouded

What makes them slip away slowly?

Like every cherished friendship just

They told me there were red strings

And fated people

And “my tribe”

But I’m alone here

No one quite gets me

No one sticks around

Invisible to everyone

I feel so invisible to everyone

Waiting for you is like holding my breath as long as I can and then letting out

Like awaiting the sound of pitter patter as you run through the living room

I see you every chance I get

But I’ve never met you

Little Pan

Abuser of Syrinx, creator of the flute which bares his name

Little god, not quite

Do they find it fun when we name our wee ones after them?

Or is it blasphemous

Suppose we’ll never know

But waiting for you little one I count the minutes, hours, and days

Until you’re finally in my arms