We find it, it's working.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
With only a dime in my pocket,
I wasn't much about counting on change.
Last night in my bed, a ghost
The tangents of this parallel life
Matched by unparalleled strife.
I pressed my heart against a soft bed
To cushion the start of the verses it bled
For the jackpots and crackpots
That sound tinny to my ears,
And the phrases I coined
To break these phases of fear.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Now that old car rolls down a dirt road.
It is unfamiliar and unknown
It is a windshield point toward the front of a storm.
Now the sounds just slur and cannot differentiate.
Now the sun setting where it's safe.
What waits for me is this road that I have no choice but take,
And a gift bag of belongings for if ever make it.
An old car stops at the end of the line,
Blindsided by the force of inescapable time: Chance,
The difference between a glance and a blow.
The difference between what I think and what I know is now time.
I'll have the time of my life, if I can only keep mine.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Some things happen without warning,
The way it all falls apart
In figures and in literals,
But when it came it fissured visceral.
10.8 rattled my world and brought it down to build its own.
It would shake in every muscle
And break in every bone,
Only to show how far I'd go just to tell you how I've grown.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
And as we sit on this padded couch
I find myself in a padded room
To bounce ideas off of.
Crazy ideas that I throw and catch like childhood play.
Look at me practice my no-good games...
Her minute chases his hour as mismatched hands from midnight until noon
There isn't much padding left on my calendar,
So if I must fall, I'm sure it will be soon.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
So I figured I'd just jump here,
I'm down the my last two in my pocket
And I'm not banking on them...
Instead I took a step back and asked,
How does it feel?
It felt as real as the concrete
Biting at my heels
To drain me like a cactus in the sun.
There were still goosebumps
Pushing prickly hairs
Perpendicular to my parched skin,
And sweat feverishly pushing out
Something I've selfishly kept in.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Backdropped by infinity,
Out here we made ourselves divinity.
This world has settled to a controlled burn
And now we write our names in light,
The eternal flame that etches each page of our memories,
But also singes each the same.
Time has pulled this universe apart,
Until there is now nothing in between
A hand reaching into the darkness
Pulled by the gravity of brightest star I've ever seen.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Floorboard creaks were footprints in wet sand,
Eroded but still familiar
These awkward steps are so dissimilar.
One foot drags another through the past
That digs a moat for the castle built into the clouds.
Your head is still in the clouds.
Lightning strikes and it all turns to glass;
Now I can see this had always been your plan.
You said, "Come down, love.
There is a place where we can say it all began."
And it all started with your hand.
The most timeless connection
Since the oceans met the land.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
We watch steel fight against gravity.
I watch skin fight against vanity;
Let your sweater slide from your shoulders,
Let the heat escape like the words that fade
Under the roar of the flight man made,
When sweat ran down his sun-soaked face
And he found this woman's grace on earth too much,
Until there was nowhere else to go, but up.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Hunger makes the hunter more aggressive.
History makes the mystery more impressive,
So I make these words more digressive
As you make this gene expressive,
Circling like the skirt
That now lines your youth's collective.
Safe like the home of which your heart's protective.
I am sincere as the fear that now nips at my heels,
Than manic twitch that hits the switch to what hurts from what heals.