Sent My Mail

None

The cold
rakes against my decision,
flattening the process,
making mail of me
to slip under your doorway;
What have I found
that can’t be enveloped,
sent packing – am I to be shipped?

Finding heat, locating the stamp,
peeling underneath
like holiday flesh.
Rejuvenated by tendencies ,
seasons to stick together,
rarely making changes.
Postage location: delivered.

Expanding magic childhood toy,
emerging from papered jail,
give me rain, not too cold,
and I will grow in Tennessee. 

Breakfast Table

None

and there it was.
Dropping every ounce of me
into glassy gesture,
liquid in the mainframe,
filaments blown out,
reality sunken in.
When does one learn to clean it up,
delineate the messes?

So unaware of the feeling fingers,
the privacy of unscrambled neuronal push.
The electronic fuzz from the square screen reached across
the shared space,
humming, taking notice,
knowing the emptiness, the
centrality;
dividing the couched living arrangements
from the kitchen table,
electronic devices went entirely static.

Tuned back in –
grasped for a solution.
Paper towels like bandages,
sucking up the over-pour.
Catered wrists can’t handle
these motions, nothing without
generating swells from the neck.
Breakfast was serving me. 
My first epiphanic gesture
was born from misbehavior
in this body, without case
in cause.

and there it was.
and there it began.

None

The crunch of leaves bind,
forming a marching band clamouring,
trying to take center stage regardless
of their inability to play. Breezes point
to the east, and west, north and south,
indecisive enough to seem busy.
Oaks gently bow, ready for rest,
removing themselves from the stage,
striking the cloak, exhausted.
Skies stretching out with brush in hand,
accidentally stroking color streams
without proper direction.
Autumn is boundless.

None

I bring fear out.
I pull it from the darkness and make it apparent.
To make it apparent is to face it to some degree.
Face your fear and, in all actuality, face yourself.
Fear is primal, the most primal of emotion.
Find the core to which you function, find purity
in the anguish that guided you.

None

I have a tongue
loosely haloed
over obedience,
making lashings
that are more playful
than imposing.
I cannot swallow
my pride as wastefully
as I once did.
I make a point to feel validation
with language of the lips,
perhaps posing from a pen.
So, when did it become true
that nightmarish speeches vanish
and paper seems untouchable,
words seem much more of a
pained mouthful
than they used to be.

Just One Drink

None

Purity in the compass
as pointed as heart strings,
pure and clean:
eyes locked like gold,
metallic sheen;
eyes locked like gold,
stronger than one can dream.

Endured these hours
of lonely restlessness,
but this bar is rich
with the drink of luck,
rich in compassion,
sippable perfume,
delicate fragrance swallowed as
one entered the room.

Lovers, in time, shall consume,
playful conversation shall resume,
for the compass, love, found us soon.

“And love it shall be one day,”
spoken quietly at night close.

None

Mother Nature knew our tendencies. She broke apart earthly grounds and spread them to slow our fury. We discovered waters and built boats. Upon our travels, we discovered our ancestors and we feared them for the differences distance had created. We constructed bows out of this fear. We had marveled at science and soon, our fears, found ways to destroy. In this, We discovered skies and built planes. We dropped bombs to vanquish darker fears. From this nuclear destruction, Mother Nature began to weep. We find ways to silence the cries in politics and religion. Our tendencies are not of our Mother, they are built in flesh and mortar.

None

It’s funny how times ties a knot,
not too strong and not too tight,
even to light a sarcastic sprite
into fables of times long gone, long ago.
He marveled at the concept
of corresponding conclusions
with space and travel, Lewis and Clark,
and amusement parks,
embarking on steeples hidden beneath never –
where the weather was not fair.
His string of thoughts
somehow tied it all together,
when the occurrences themselves
wore him thin.