Furrow

So furrow your brow
purse your lips
squint your eyes
and lower your head
do all that you need
to show your discontent
Open your eyes and
therefore your mouth
raise your head and
throw up your arms
You have yet to say
a thing that matters
you have yet to use
your knowing look
to influence the eyes of all
I felt your anger
but not your passion
I saw your glare
but not your heart.


Words by Lisa

Conscious

An urge to speak is pressing against my tongue
Loud and screaming and beyond silence
A pillow behind my head, a buffer between bone and wood
Who once rested against this tree?
On a spring afternoon, with another tree in hand
Spelling out nonsense to those who hold it
An artist's hand, turning beauty into beauty
Cutting down beauty to create it
Age might be fickle, but youth is desperate
That song today made me cry
The movie broke my heart
The painting stole my soul
The water drowned my senses
That subtle being turned my eyes
Never yet always the same
Consciousness is frightening


Words by Lisa

Never

Never always sometimes everywhere,
maybe surely nowhere in peace.
Inside peace forever but outside
peace always especially and hardly
ever. Usually important yet always
useless and not necessarily amazing.
It eats and chews and never digests,
literally consumed and partially
enjoyed and so clearly ridiculous
and actually without point or desire.
Peace.


Words by Lisa