losing it
driving in my car
taking life in
bite-size to go
pieces
bone cold now
for the next
four months at least
all of our falls
raked away and
stored safely in
black drawstrings
alongside the unsavored
Thanksgiving scraps
never more to be seen
if only I could let go
of their echo (the falls)
thirty bark bare
trees line the
already frozen
chuck holed street
and
I am shocked to see
one insolent Maple
bearing
near full foliage defiance
with bright yellow
creeping through
the frost
I mean a full
head of hair
not receding
one leaf to
season's age
how is that possible?
I've driven by it
every day for
two weeks
expecting to see
the change
but it remains
unshaken
today, I am not
the tree
I've faced the cold
and weathered it
with less grace
losing parts of me
that cannot rejuvenate
in Spring
lucky bastard, tree
Dead Batteries
lost in the dust
of the chances
I let pass me
pleading for
one
more
go
around the
wheel I lost
control of
me
who I was
with you
with me
wanting to
pop the clutch
that would
finally get us
moving
in a direction
that made sense
senseless fleeing
of time; of
the scene-
went out
of my focus
just long
enough
for another’s
sights to set
on you
the burden of wonder
on me
the weight
of what
I tried to
say
but could not
and to think
I call
myself
a poet
words
touching the
tip
of my tongue
to the metal
end…
no more spark
To Be Satisfied
shingled city rooftops
windows cascading
hinting an illusion
to the soul
reflecting
against a perfect
night sky
perfectly; still
fall across my body
and hold me
false promise of
morning sky- we
are always building
our structured altars
rising to God?
in sacrifice of basics
forgetting sweat
and dirt
involved in
true self discovery
digitizing
processes
an aim to endure
the human(s)condition(ed)
to substitute one
with another
in the moment
we pretend
to be satisfied
Inmate
you are free
of the balls
to realize
there were never
any chains
connecting you
to me
Judgments
table the indecision
there are crucial
moments
when you must
choose
to live
Esteemed
airport clamor
cell phoned
businessmen
discussing important
matters
with their egos
thousand dollar
tailored suit
to confine the greed
that grows
from just one
taste of the
pie- charts
sectioning off
possibilities that
engage to forecast
this so called
success
I traded my suit
and laptop
for faded jeans
and a dream
are we really
all that different
