Monday, July 24, 2017

The Mid Section

Half done ideas were flooding the place,
and I kept having to carry the weight of logic crossing broken paths with compassion,
and consideration,

and it frustrated me,

ambition and oversight don't work in tandem,
they collide,

and when I was little,
I was taught that course,

and reminded to reverse it

The Sign Post

I'm not even kidding,
I wanted you to go with me,
to where it had been so much better,
and I wanted us to scoop out the synapses and dispose of them,
with tweezers,
and into mason jars,

not so we could learn,
just so we couldn't---

The Last Second


and worth every second,



all but perfect,
more or less---

Sunday, July 23, 2017

The Mad Mess of a Mad Hatter

The roundabout had come to a stop a long time ago,
and I told you that I thought this was a waste of both of our times,

but we got used to,
and fond of the spinning,

we got used to a lot of things that were bad for us---

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Just Maybe

Maybe he would appreciate this a different time,
a different night,
under the stars,
in the midst of heat lightning,
and horrific silence,
and I would love to hear it--

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


I think I'm good here,
that's it,
we're done---

unless I think of something clever,
then I'm coming back and getting in your face---

I'm rationally going to do just that---

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Come Up

In the dark of night,
I saw the light of day,
it was behind me,
and out of reach,
but if I said that earlier,
they would have shot me,
shot me down good,
and they would have beat my skull in to remind me that optimism was not,
in fact,
in the zeitgeist,
and they would have trolled me to let me know that smiling was a weakness,
or that it would be,
and one day,
not today,
but one day,
at dusk,
I would laugh my drunken self to sleep---

Monday, July 17, 2017


I didn't do what they said I did,
but I didn't do what they wanted me to do either,
and there wasn't an in between,
and I didn't do what I thought was right,
I did what I knew was right---

It was a bunch of stuff from early Fall 1929,
before the storm,
before that periphery ended and the next one began,
and I knew it was right because they could still see right to left,
and left to right,
and the clouds in between,

but I didn't do what they said,
because they were the worst,
and would likely never change

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Paper Wave


when it turned,
we didn't notice,
because we were too busy talking about the millennium,

and we missed the boat,
even the one Harold drew for us


Things were not perfect,
but they were enough to make me happy,
not today,
not tomorrow,
but many Suns and Moons from now,
when the stranger who isn't born yet will turn the page,
looking for the green light,
and the dock,
and the past,

and who would end up in the skyscraper,
like a metropolitan,
contemplating the jump in '29,
pulling bricks out of a file cabinet,

and addicted to words written by someone else,
someone who better understood the nonsense

Friday, July 14, 2017

That So

Well and good,

And bad,

if you say so,
or no,

nothing about this was one way or the other,
or the other

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Face Paint

What the fuck is going on with everyone?
Leading the leaderless,
this was all nonsense,

why is everyone horrible,
even if relative,
horrible nonetheless,

and then I realized,
this is why I'm afraid of clowns,

fucking clowns