I get what you want done, from me. You want the old one two sucker punch that goes straight through to the tenderest part of the aching
heart, the one that wrenches you out of your old worn out gut way of living
life for the well and only for the good.Well let me tell you you don't have to worry.It
will come to you like a bee sting to an innocent child's resting open
palm. And it will break your heart like
a cracker. It will consume you like nothing
else ever could or ever will again. Because something
burning this brightly can only last in the purest fields of
imagination for so long before it becomes a
kind of amnesia in and of itself.All
else that matters is wiped out of existence except for
that funny core feeling of losing one's central
bearing to a dream, no matter where one
is left standing. Is that what you want? Of
course it is. But the price is so very much higher than the empire state building.
Very.Very.Very High.High. High.It will take your whole heart's breath in a single solitary scoop
in a one-time only such payment and leave you with just the one
square piece of cheesecloth draped over a bucket
of moon water. How will you keep it safe now my lovelies
from constantly spilling wherever and whenever you have to go? How will you protect it from all
the other foul elements storming around out there in the windy hollows?How will you ever carry its heavy load
around with you for the rest of your weary
days alone without one day giving it all up for a moment's much deserved bit of rest? I know I know I know. You still want
to give it a try. Just because it's
impossible doesn't mean it's impossible.That's what I
like about you young people. You don't believe
in history as being the last word, the
last world. Raise the flag then, because here we come. It's all of us or nothing.
Darryl Price 052810
I miss you in the pizza box
and in the paper plates.
I miss you in the silverware
that sits alone and waits.
I miss you in that flour moon
so spilled upon the gates.
I miss you in the stars tonight
that spell out hope and fates.
I miss you in the mirror round.
I miss our sheets unfurled.
I miss you in that Beatle sound
that used to save the world.
It is who I am, what I do.
I miss you as before
like rain that splatters through the peephole
and scatters on the floor.
Darryl Price 2003-2010
Goodbye, Mrs. Lusby
Like an angel in my
memory, she's a shell
stuck in my sand, like
a foam horse rising
up to birds; I'll be
her mirror if I can.
Darryl Price 2004-2010
Goodbye It Means
This won't find you at home
before they do.
They'll buy you a
house for one pretty shy smile.
Give you your own gardens
for your sweet recorded song.
Here I stand with nothing more than
my paper heart.
How could you want
to taste their food?
Can you say you
enjoy their chairs?
This won't save you
before you fall.
all your birthdays.
You'll never know
what alone means
but I'm there now.
I'm there right now.
Darryl Price 2004-2010
Tell Me How Am I supposed
to write you when all I've got
for words are broken pieces of sticks? How
am I going to speak to just your heart alone
when every sound is churned
over in waves by more waves? I've tried
sending you seabirds but they
only break up in the distance and become more thinning out
sky. I've placed one dream after
another inside a trapped cloud's gasping throat
and gently tapped it on its weary
way only to find the sun
has eaten it down whole somewhere in the night. The wan
smile of the evening's satisfied goddess does
nothing to ease my worry that you
will not ever get my full message. The
fact that the message is you
does little to change the meaning
of this impossible quest set before me. I've written
your name between countless grains
of sand but your buried toes only
seem to want to provide no shade for that grand of a purpose. And now
now another poem for
sweet countenance, one more star
shaped shell for your bell heaven.