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?