Poetry
1909 Reserve
Unsterilized fastidiousness
Color comes in themes
White wall, white wall, white wall
Mandela is in full effect.
Where is the can opener?
He’s how old now?
Questions answered before posed
Epiphanized affluence
Gratitude comes in waves
Warm heart, warm heart, warm heart
Well-worn scripts stained with
Impassable highs and lows
Provide a comfort otherwise unknown
Chronophobic indemnity
Time comes in years and never anything else
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Three words feel empty
In the yawn of eternity
The deep troughs of age
Like tree rings crowding my first faces
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I remember books read to me
Icy dives in the pool
Cliches said to me
Tired drives up to school
Hobbies loved and discarded
Bonds made and then parted
All of this started
Under your roof
Vanquished
Gravity breathes wind to my face as I fall
The frozen feeling of history
I close my eyes.
There is no end in sight, but I cannot bear witness to the black journey
There is a rope strung through the abyss
The rope has always been there; I know this
He knows this
The rope has always been there
yet I fall for fear of the burn
Red Breath
I bite my tongue
Until blood rises
And spills freely
Splotching the ground
with ink of words unsaid
Softwood
Emerald regalia drapes your arms
Growths of shade your outstretched arms
Homes were made in aegis arms
Saved within your shaking arms.
Fruit suspended in the sky
Soily seat eluding eyes
Soaking in your morning cries
Sanctum of a thousand sighs
Clingy
Sometimes
You sit on the other side of the couch
Revolutions distant
Your laughs are secret
sighs
Alone
And i cannot beat eternity
News
Standard! Standard! Read all about it!
The most important thing to ever happen
Happened again this week;
You’re going to want to strap in
This news is not for the meek.
We’ll need a moment to figure out
Just what it was,
But in the meantime keep your wits about
Have you heard the latest buzz?
The world ends tomorrow! And then again in May!
How can you just sit there and enjoy yourself today?
But I suppose if you must
Do it in a hurry
Next week we’re all to be turned to dust
And you’ll want plenty of time to worry.
Michael Chiklis
Bulbs of soft gold
Curtains drawn
Shared warmth in a drowsy home
You look up at me and I wonder
Are you smiling?
Grey-green obstacles
Earth spots your coat
A flood begins to fall, flattening
You look up at me and I wonder
Are you smiling?
The hum of the engine
Blurs on either side
A wetness finds my elbow
You look up at me and I wonder
Are you smiling?
Your lips curl, healthy teeth shine
Blue eyes light like fire
You smile for me
But are you smiling?
No Transparency
In
Cars scream by in silence, a familiar melody fills the air as passing people open their mouths.
Out
My own steps smack the pavement, there is the murmur of civilization, the disquiet of society.
In
And then there were four
Out
And suddenly, more.
ANTISocial Media, more like
I think in clips and blurbs
Short staccato statements
The loose ravings of a madman
Are little more than a passing memory
To this mind of mine
Jones
Watchful eyes through black bars gaze
Fixed upon the world beyond this maze
A fluttering leaf;
A missed conversation;
A birdsong so brief
a stone so patient.
Brite Idea
Envy boils over inside of me
A frothy mess spills
Like weightless rocks from my mouth
Promise me that one day you'll envy me back.
Making Space
Desperate to grow
He ate
and ate
and ate
Until he threw up; Doubled over
his stomach raged in tight fits, his throat lifted the hot bile until he was half the size he used to be.
He began to eat again, more slowly this time.
Night Sky
A star does not ask to be seen
It waits and shines regardless
A Walk Through The Forest
The trees wear their Sunday best
The river teems with life
My feet leave eager impressions on the forgiving forest floor
and all this begs the question:
If not God, who?