Video - Wound Up, Instead

An in-home performance of "Wound Up, Instead" performed at 4am - noon on a poet's schedule. 

As They Do

I am too old now
To think all things change
Entirely
In a night
But rather things change
As they do
In tiny sections
In nights like this
When I drive with my comrade
My naked roommate co-pilot
Through just rained streets
Downtown
Red, Yellow, Green reflections fussy
On the concrete
Yellow bulbs buzzing
And finally a room temperature breeze
Through D.C.
Blaring folk songs
On a Saturday night
Because thats what artists do
On a Saturday night
A thing I vowed to do as a
Teenager, come true
Things change as they do
And tonight I am buying back
In time
The night
Buying it back from drugs
From sex that pounds you into the concrete
And yellow teeth
And angry men screaming at sirens
They fall
Into the history of summers
And gently
With delicate times like tonight
Give way to folk songs
Blaring out of car windows

And my demons
Turn back into an artist
As with time
They do