Take (day 2736)

This did not grow up as a chemical
We were legs and arms that took too long
But that’s the end of a string
I didn’t bring nor did I sing
But I stood there like sweet nicotine
With salt between my fingertips
That had a history of danger
So take my hand that’s never left
Joking in my Sunday best
Take me on a pleasure ride
Along the hidden tide of your good time
Take me to the ocean rise
With your breasts and lips so sensitive
Catch me in an open book
That reads like the sweet look
You’ve given to me, carrying me
Roads to anywhere that lead me to harmony
For I’m taken here with you
And I’m resting on a rock
In the middle of my thoughts
With you and a dog that took me along
Have you seen what hides in the field
What grows in between, down on the ground
My tidy shoes and a singing guitar
Take me along.

Take by Ned Tobin

Beirut (day 2721)

Every time I hear of the city Beirut
I dream of what dreams are made of
There are city lights that wave at me
With a luminosity that cuts through my being
Little chairs with patrons chilling
In a modality unknown to me
But harming with smiles
That feel half drunk and half alive.
My feet rattle off ancient cobblestones
On the better walks of town
But I find the dead alleys
And imagine how many eyes are watching me.
I have companions here
Who sing with instruments only found
Along this edge of the world
And in Gypsy caravans roaming the deadlands.
My lover sleeps with the curtains open
And silk pyjamas that are usually draped
Upon the wooden chair that’s older than I
She burns a scent I can only find here
With old books I cannot read
But admire the covers and the ghosts within
She kisses with a heavy lip
And smiles with a curious snarl
That keeps me here dreaming.

Sun Dried (day 2716)

It was late July
And there stood every Grace
Sun spots and vinegar
And a cigarette in tow.
She thought she was cool
– Dusty cowboy boots –
Humming out my sweetest tune
She smile and blew a kiss,
So I leaned to see
But missing me was the point
I left a mark on her guitar.
She had eyes that looked afar
There I, off in July
And there stood every Grace
Sun-dried windowsills
My heart torn
By the very sun
And I run so I run
And I cry so I cry
In late July I wondered why
To the sea that swallowed me

Raindrops (day 2708)

Sounds of raindrops break my consciousness
For I want to explore your body as if I’m exploring the forest
I want to bend underneath your limbs
And with my eyes search for usnea that grows so delicately from your branches.
As I step into a clearing, my nose so inspired
I will smell each of your scents, one by one
Until I can recognize, sight unseen, your every emotion.
I want to feel the damp moss growing around your belly
And tug gently so I can hear little tendons flexing at my pull.
I want to squeeze when I find your roots
For they shall startle me with rawness and give me cause to lift my knees,
And here, as I squeeze so gently, I shall watch your lips as they subtly quiver
As if blowing wildly in gusts of wind.
And then I shall fall gently into the sweet creek flowing from your nether regions
That shall sweep me away down a trail I have never explored before.

Soul Love (day 2707)

Let me love you like I can
Hand full on at a time
To let me find you in the sky
Driving for between your thighs

Fast is the main emotion
That hits me straight on in the heart
Where you often spend your days
Driving through my fertile soil

Let me love you like I can
For every day I lay awake
Fevering with a full desire
To hold a nightlight to your fire

With the arrow of my vision
Feel these flung straight on to you
I have but one main ambition
Baby I’m on to this fruition

Twice Today (day 2699)

She ran away to be
Lost in another land
For there she could always get
Coffee in a little cup
The foreign men whistled
In a sweet way
That always made her blush
And in her wallet
My once dear photo
Faded away to dust
And as she ordered
Another coffee
She asked in her foreign tongue
“Have you seen
Any good plays
Any thing going on?”
To which the kind man
Smiled at her
Asked her twice her name.

Untouchable (day 2680)

Let us be the untouchable
Run wild through monumental backdrops
River flowing freely
Let us be the untamed
The fear left in shaking hearts
Icicles running clear
Let us glean our sweat
Upon backs of deep gray rocks
Ancient fungi crawling closer
Let our roots be forever deep
And our height, untouchable