I climb to here
And see
Only possibilities
Month: July 2014
Reply, Apart (day 1152)
As I fall apart
Sun lets me know
I am home
To which my reply
Soaks me dry
To kill my loss
Under my skin
Under my mind
To where no one’s
Getting under
Because
I’m falling apart
Push Me (day 1151)
Push me.
Push twilight hours into dark corners
That swim amongst nevermore, nevermore.
Push my symbols into vertical black lines
Twisting about blurred vision scapes.
Push elephant hoof raindrops
Deep within my exposed and crackling skin.
Push out spring bloom’s beauty
Like a healthy garden explodes.
And if the camping hustlers deny
Engulfing catalytic tremors,
Then I shall be forced with all my might
To push my crows to vigor.
Pretty Name (day 1150)
Nothing ever stays the same
And all we ever get is rain
So if you catch a ride
And let it slide
I’ll ask your pretty name
Formulated Crumble (day 1149)
Biscuit bushes crash my landing
Stumbling from here to there
Upside down maps in a field of grass;
Whatever the cost.
Twin bed of memories;
I couldn’t sleep tonight.
I couldn’t crumble my formulated wealth
Into sub-sectional mastery.
But if I was a truth say’er
Gifting this shit into inexperienced hands…
If I was withered like soul-less dumplings
I’d be the better man, smoking gaily.
Upon Hot Sun (day 1148)
I can understand.
I can see the absence.
I can feel the space.
I sigh when there.
Yet still,
My footsteps don’t echo
As loudly as hurried
Passer-byers.
Perhaps it’s understanding.
Long lineups in hot sun.
Perhaps it’s in your breath
Upon my skin.
Yellow Flowers (day 1147)
With yellow flowers
I’ve begun to find enemies
In pass-time ramblings
Floating Tragedy (day 1146)
My heart floats into a tragedy
Like cats painted on my baby boys nursery wall.
Destined and predetermined
And midnight moon lonely.
Don’t scare me.
Don’t listen to those lonely secrets.
Don’t float the note, sealed in the
Hand-crafted sailing boat down the community stream.
Don’t cry the grass alive
From your lonely tower.
I’m a birthday balloon
From cheap dollar store blues.
My heart floats on into tragedy.
A single bill with no underlining.
I’m a water and chips
At the liquor store diner.
I’m on the lonely side of uncomfortable fabric.
And my heart floats into unrequited tragedy.
And your loose limits
Are crying my name.
Drugs in Mom’s House (day 1145)
A passive sales strategy
Sitting lonely on my mother’s couch
Wriggling into uncertainty
I watch through a dusty glass
Tripping all the alarms
Tipping the Chancellor off
To an undercover sedated tragedy
And Earl wandering.
Smokey-Joe pan-handling
And I’m a lonely gravity
As a slow song plays
Like apple cider vinegar
Going straight to my heart.
Saturday Night (day 1144)
Peacocks
And passive junkies
In neon