Elusive Timber Doodle

Sitting atop telephone wires,
a crow watched us skipping stones in silence.
And a tear escaped his crow eyes,
that is if crows can even cry.
And he flew with his crippled wing,
and sang the songs he'd heard us sing,
a subtle tiny windchime ring,
for all the birds the sky would bring.

Your neighbor had many dogs and they were so loud
that you'd hear a constant wave of sound,
small explosions from that filthy house,
he took off, and the town tore it down.
You helped him burry the dogs that passed,
now they rest with the worms beneath the grass
You were quick to put away what didn't last,
hide a bruise with a full body cast.

I know the crow must have watched you that day,
you know, I kind of did too, in my own sort of way.
even though you only told me about this last may,
I hope we can built a new house in the other's place.
Though it won't have the same feeling of home,
after being only a week or so old.
those bones in the ground will one day turn into gold
that shovel was lucky it had your hand to hold.

Those dogs have become one with the dirt,
if they were still alive, I imagine their stomaches would hurt.
from all those injested branches and sticks,
when a dog eats grass, it makes him quite sick.

There's a flock of birds pearched up on your roof,
it may seem like they have nothing better to do.
But they're listening as you strum your sad tunes,
it floats through the air and out of your room.
And as they chirp your song, the melody swirls,
from their beaks out into the ears of the world.

-victoria

Friday

The stray dog sat in silence as the lady held her bible open wide
Her eyes groping the pages under the dim streetlight,
as the clouds grew dark, threatening the sky,
as the wind pushed the cars so they quickly blew by.

And when the first raindrop fell, it fell right on her page,
quivering, it magnified the word "betrayed."
and as she looked up, thunder crashed down
the clouds welled up, and the ocean poured out.
Well, she got that pool she always wanted in her house,
she got a waterbed, and so did the rest of the town.
some drempt of submarines as they drowned,
water flowed through their ears, they never heard a sound.

No god to stop the buses floating into people as they swam,
no god to preserve what we know as land.
no god to take the world into his hands,
no god to yell this was all just his plan. 

A woman is losing her faith with each incomming wave
with the filth of the salty city rain,
that seeps through the cracks of the church window panes,
that seeps through the pores of the church-goer's brain.
She'd promised her son that he'd live if they prayed,
she promised herself that anyone could be saved.

Her bible sliding from between her slippery fingertips,
and sinks down to the sewer grating where it perfectly fit.
thousands of pages absorbing an inch of the flood,
a band-aid absorbing a bucket of blood.
an open door melting just one flake of snow,
too bad the world will never know.

-Victoria

Exactly 20 years ago to this day,
we sat in parking lots till we got chased away
then we'd sing on the roof of your car till we were red in the face,
your parents always said it was such a waste.
but we thought we were part of some revolution,
our moms said it was a problem, we said it was a solution,
and they said "its just noise, ear pollution,"
but we considered these words to be a contribution
to a society where you'll wear the same coat
for the last four years, and even the same clothes
because your mom worked at the factory across the lake,
and just got fired again for being late.

It was ok because you had big dreams for our band,
you said we were more of a family then one you ever had.
you believed that each time you held a guitar in your hand,
even more as you slowly grew into a man.

we had one or two shows, and even less fans,
our drummer quit, took off in our van,
you weren't discouraged even when we had to live on the street,
until we stayed in my brothers basement for a few weeks.
and you sat up every night writing songs,
but from what I heard, each note never lasted too long.

And that’s when I found out about the drug problem you hid.
the one I had know you had since we were kids.
you were an old tire lying in the dump,
that could have been on a car driving to freedom.
and that’s when I decided to move back home,
I was so tired of sitting on the curb in the cold
covered in mountains of polluted snow,
the town couldn't find anywhere else to throw.

and I watched you disappear into thin air,
as you walked away and said I didn't care
well no, I think we both cared too much
about something that was just bad for us.

so I somehow became a lawyer when I got out of school,
now I’m suing the same kids that used to graffiti pools
except now they've moved to worse things, they rob banks
I guess they never knew when to turn back.

don't get me wrong, sometimes I miss the shows,
and roaming the streets, not knowing where to go,
but now, see, I re-enforce the government,
instead of just talking about it like we did.
but what I’ll never forget is feeling free,
my head out your sunroof as you'd speed,
the false identity we all used to need,
the hope for a flower to sprout from a seed.

-Victoria

Small pea coat, hand me down,
it’s buttons are chipped, they once were round.
It’s too old to be worn out into town.
It’s too thin against the winds round sound.

And its been like this for years, not just since today
you know those things that look old in every way
that just fall apart, and crumble and cave
if it had hair, well, it would all be grey.
No, it would be white, the brightest of shades,
an assassin’s sword, the bluntest of blades.

Well, father got me the coat one September,
it was more beaten up then any I can remember
but he said, “you’ll need this when it gets cold,”
and he was right, that year it snowed and it snowed.
But I still shivered, I still froze,
I still got pneumonia, and frostbite on my toes.

But it felt a bit warmer when it had that button on top,
now there’s nothing to make the cold air stop.
The blue tinted button, when all the rest were brown.
You threw it in the river, and it sunk and it drowned.
I saved it once before, it was like in a dream,
heroically jumping in, up to my knees.

Holding the button like the last leaf on a tree,
you threw it away so carelessly.

And they say once you’re blind then you’re free,
it’s the only way to escape, truly
well if that’s the case, then I wish to go blind
put some poisonous liquid in my eyes
that will slowly deteriorate my sight,
that will slowly turn my irises white.

And I’ll feel free, like a string falling off a kite,
the colorful diamond, disappearing into the sky,
like a missing button, no longer holding my coat closed right,
like a car, speeding on the bridge through the night.