Out there on Long Island,

Broken down trust

In a desert of pain.

And there’s enough rust,

Ain’t no need for rain.

On the other end,

I am silent.

- 

Long distance runaround

The same feelings

No sight, just sound.

I’ll be kneeling

And settling down,

Praying just

To have you around.

 -

And all the advice

In the world

Couldn’t bring me

Back my girl,

For you’ve got

To break the chains

Of naiveté.

You’ve got

To find a way.

Out there on Long Island,

A warm couch is thy enemy,

The chocolates of complacency.

Pick thy battles carefully.

 -

You said you loved

The way the tide receded,

How you felt needed,

But deep within your gut

Rots an agony

Too often kept inside

And breeded.

 -

I search for you

Along the shores

Of this fragile state,

You don’t shout help

You don’t put your life jacket on,

You look for no rock to keep upon,

As far as I know,

You’re as good as gone.

 -

I’ll book a room now

I’ll find a way somehow

But this is all too familiar—

I’ve not the multiplying limbs

Of a caterpillar

I can help those

Who help themselves,

You can climb down

Those series of shelves,

You can call and ask

A million questions,

And for your god’s sake,

When it stings,

Address your feelings.

 -

Beloved Pearl,

Out there on Long Island,

Make me proud to be yours,

You’ve given me

The hope to succeed

Now if only my advice

You’d heed,

-

I might not be the boss

But I will swim across

The cold seas between us

For you’re my sunken venus

-

I shall dive down

To the threats of death

And retrieve you with breath. 

Well hey honey I’ve been where you are

Wanting to die but too timid to try

I’ll help you up,

 I was given a mental massage,

And with it came a barrage

of the ones I thought never cared.

-

Knocking on my door such locked,

 And as such I stared.

-

Well I just smiled and fell like a baby in her arms.

And as the tears and the diatribe lifted out,

The fears freed themselves and so did the doubt.

-

The last person you’d guess to let out of your life,

Is the key to all your four leaf clovers,

And the things you’ve sewed all too tight,

Let them out and feast on the leftovers,

Let them out and feast on the leftovers.

-

You’ve no idea the strength in the fridge of your mind,

You know there isn’t really such a thing as time?

-

There are memories,

 And there are plans,

All throughout our lifespans.

And sacred like the hindu cow:

Is the power of now.