Monday, February 19, 2018

Partly There

I’m tired of never having the answer

I’m tired of never having the right answer,

That was right,

But only that part,
you know what I mean

Nose Dive

I breathed in,
but it wasn’t relief,

it felt like I was contracting something,
not good,
whatever it was,
was not good,

and I breathed out,
and it was much worse,

this was just a lot louder and unnecessary than I needed to to be,
and I wasn’t going to go to sleep,
to avoid it,

but I would think of something,
maybe holding this a little longer,
at least until I could imagine an outcome

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Rear Foot

what if I gave you all the derivative words,
and thoughts,
and sentiments,

could you still tell me this didn’t fit,

because it didn’t,
it really didn’t,

and what was once unwinding,
had become an undoing—

Friday, February 16, 2018


It’s much too much too much too much too much too much too much

too much

Guide Book

I didn't want you to hide,
you would have a broken heart forever,
and I didn't want that for you,
or me,
or anyone,
for that matter,

but hiding meant I'd never see your face,
that the lines would grow and I would notice,

that the fissures would feel like gaps between canyons,
like drops,
like things we didn't want to transverse,

and I knew that wouldn't be the case if you'd let me see you,
instead of forcing me to adjust to the impact absence and evolution,

but even explaining this,
was driving us further apart,
with you more in there,

and me without the key---

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Of More

If I sighed,
would it all be over?

Over again,
or did that mean it was beginning,
just at a different marker,
with different chalk,
and further to the right,

which they always promised was right with the curve,
but I knew differently,
the same way that not all minutes lasted the same length,

the same way a lot of things could be explained,

until we all got bored of each other,
which would happen,
would always,
always happen---

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

And better



I knew I could get through to you,
Just if I laid it out better

you know?

Monday, February 12, 2018


I'm not sure you were the smartest,
or the dumbest,
or quite frankly,
anywhere in between,

but you were different,
and I thought I didn't need you,
but I was wrong,

and I wasn't aware of myself,
or this,

I wasn't present,
I don't know where I was,

but it wasn't here,
and I didn't have a flare with me,
or even a gun

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Sunday, Late Afternoon

I was always sad,
and even saying that out loud,
or here,
it made me sad,

I felt sad(der) than usual,
and I knew I had no lightbulbs or fast thoughts,

or remedies,

and that hurt a little bit,
a lot even,

and I crawled back to silence,
because it had been my friend,
it had expected so little and given so much---

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Cabinet, 43rd Floor, 1937

I knew you’d leave me hanging,

as a matter of fact,
I did you a solid,
and laid out the hook, the nail,

and even a bit of rope,

for when the tim was right,

why postpone the inevitable,
when you can destroy the future today?

I thought,
and thought again without proxy

Friday, February 9, 2018

A Penny for Your Thoughts

I don't even understand that,
that's nonsensical,
has a lack of intuitive qualities,

and you were a racist,
a terrible person,
like a really, really awful person,

and I didn't understand why I spent time trying to figure any of that out,
or any of it,

it was misguided,
silly even,

like those machines that treat pennies with blasphemy,
that obliterate the things that were safe in our pockets,
safe from change,

know what I mean?


Didn't think so.

Thursday, February 8, 2018


Not now,
but maybe later,

maybe then I would tell you what I though of myself,
of his I looked six ways from wicked,

this wasn’t wicked,
that didn’t feel like this

No, Sir, you didn’t know,
though I might tell you all the same