Beach House's "Astronaut"

[in lieu of a new poem, I thought I would post these lyrics from a favorite song of mine. They are so lovely. "Astronaut" is from Beach House's album "Devotion". You should probably play the video while reading the lyrics, I cannot believe they were at Bottom of the Hill a week or so ago, I am so brokenhearted that I missed them!]


Come over to my house
I'll pour some tea for us
one sugar or two
Your hand is right in front of me,
your finger fragilely, holy on
my side

Faster than an astronaut
who's coming home to what
he left long ago
I've made this brand new bed for
you, I trust the things we do,
holy or not

open the gate cause you're already late,
at the end of the lane, is a glass of
lemonade, keep 'or the path when
you hear the laugh, in the white of her
palm is your heart

{I'll be brave for a while
I won't bring you down
anymore than you are}

Please, be my baby, don't mean
maybe or not, look out the
window, there's a bright
yellow cat...

A Nauseating Meditation Passing by the Massage Parlours

neon reds and pinks,
coloring the paper mache
cupids and hearts
in the window display.

the window display,
which does not display.
Instead of expose,
it conceals
the daily tortures
within.

these images of love,
create new associations.
the inflicted trauma
upon women
i have never met.

and now,
this valentine's day,
i will flinch
when i see:
the reds and pinks.

that these johns arrive
with selfish expectations
of solely their own pleasure,
and exit
with their pressed white shirts
entering into their sports cars,

it's more than I can bear to imagine,
let alone begin to comprehend.

Good Afternoon LA

these moments of panic come out of nowhere.
the most recent was saturday.

sitting in my mother's car,
begging the light to turn green,
I felt a wave go over my head,
and I held my breath.

my eyes were blurry under water,
only my bubbly prayers
and silent words of comfort
could bring oxygen to my lungs.

coming ashore, I felt insecure,
with my damp clothes
and misshaped hair.

eyes were averted,
and the hunger
for attention and affection
was not met.

8-10

shall i continue to be the mule
or attempt to flit about like the hummingbird?

my happiness is entertainment for others.

approaching this moment of abundance, i feel overwhelmed.

8-8

curve and turn, curve and turn
infinite when laid on its side.

today is your day of double forevers.

[on melody and derek's wedding day...8/8]

7-28

my cheeks may be hollow and my hair amber
but I am still a still-life
if you look through my key hole

Sitting in a salon waiting for the red to sink into my hair

She sits and stares into her hands, focusing more on the blood rushing out of her leg causing it to tingle than her fastpaced, colorful surroundings. In these moments of fast forward, she always moved slower- the energy of the room draining her... Like her leg. She has been sitting for the past forty-five minutes but the movement around her deflates any artificial energy that she had sucked out of a mug earlier that day.

Watching her hair dye change from pink to maroon was her favorite part of the trip to salon. It always confused her why the dye never looked like the red it was to become. This world of beauty and preparation left her in a state of child-like wonder.