Monday, September 15th, 2014

gallop for a time
with toddler in arms
hold tight as a wrench
to save it from harm

but a step to left
a dangerous act
the earth in its motion
was never so flat

For tides that once held
what you would expect
are tumbling fro
they’re squeezing our neck

so a child in time
may be fast and loose
it’s lesser a crime
to tie up the noose

Sunday, September 14th, 2014

There were never so many chances, I think, but
a wave of choices, which in retrospect
could sum up to the little that was left
of my life,
No chances but a bright white choice, somewhere
up north, where the tall trees bend in wind, over
bluffs where salty air slaps them daily across their
scaly faces.
My choice to become invisible.
My chance to become strong.

Saturday, September 13th, 2014

This sallow remnant
Has worked its way from the inside out

Friday, September 12th, 2014

You would dare think I was
ever this unsatisfied
but worlds and wheels
came well before your thoughts
to flatten me on this raffish soil

Thursday, September 11th, 2014

We held
each other’s
hearts for a trembling while

We never
thought
to be scared of its departure

We rest
in gentle
acceptance

Wednesday, September 10th, 2014

I was never some grand event
for you to take your hat off
but a flash of breakfast, films, and sex
that somehow once plateaued
at inevitable rage in the unchanging
mindscape, tossled once like a clean sheet,
then again like a lousy lover

But my mind returns to drapes and follies,
To friends ‘round tables and chatting about
and how happy I to be in your gregarious presence,
you were the grand event

Tuesday, September 9th, 2014

We grasp for moods in mornings
like soft wet candles melting in the sun
Our thoughts still infantile,
We lift each with a delicate hand,
Kiss it on the cheek, and give all undo prudence,
When we ought to be throwing them in the river
with the other moist trash

Monday, September 8th, 2014

My intention is your
undivided attention

Sunday, September 7th, 2014

Some mornings
I just don’t want to

Saturday, September 6th, 2014

I’ll remember the coded numbers
But not the empty faces,
which seem interchangeable
in the larger scheme

I’ll remember the rejection
And none of the embraces
just to stay consistent
in the larger theme

Friday, September 5th, 2014

Our breezy morning is heaven-sent,
Cools sweat off vibrant brows,
Highlights the birds squawking over the Pacific,
tropical calls of lust and wild
bringing bending grass to sliver and soar
Our breezy morning is its own creation

Thursday, September 4th, 2014

If Autumn had its way with us
We’d float like crispy maple sails,
Scrape along the filthy pavement
Settle near another’s broken branch
To play out our decomposed finality
So luckily today we lie in warm summer’s embrace

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2014

Sordid fellows we misers of dreams
Who counter to catch every cold of the wave
Who know things like words and derision and plight
Whose scars could paint murals on neurons or walls
Whilst tales so few for those happier to snatch
That sequels feign parables in their putrid wake
The fables we’ve already carved deep in bruised knees
The mangled and militant desires we quell
The words we won’t say yet hastily write
The magic we scribe without breaking a sweat
Yes we sordid few, who catch every tilt
And true them with our spindly hands
Our pedagogy inky ‘round pens black with memories
Whose dreams never wander or wither
Or grow
We sordid few are but narrow for this calculated world

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2014

Praise for
moving my hands across keyboards each morning
while others fight indignities
done daily to their families

Praise for
waking up at some sacred hour
while those with soil on their hands follow the scorching sun
for survival

But our world is
our world
and cannot be defined by
another’s soiled hands or fight

Monday, September 1st, 2014

When ever a match was met
It must have resembled a lion-faced you,
For crouching in fear cannot be our ultimate,
Matches to fires to mystics en masse
If ever a match was set