2/3/26 Just am

Why I didn't do it
Because it isn't up to me
Because some times I feel
like the whispers are like
clean sheets in between my toes
some faces expect to see me
in between walls
grinning with answers
from my spoken word
I want to see the individual words
building up them
and channeling the rivers
 to other love one's
I am still here
to wonder what is next
like my anxious niece
I don't feel like always
explaining myself
I just am

Back in the Day

Every note has been played
every word has been spoken
the angles have all been viewed
the past is still profitable
because it was all better back in the day
cliques drinking
and smoking
Are we can hope is for
is space in the future
instead of long lines
waiting to see
what we've already seen
illegal will always be more fun
12 steps for your regrets
yet the weight is lifted
with a grin
I think I heard this all before

free verse

flames on the horizon and let we are rising. above heaven, empty headed full of fog, forgetting the worse crime of all. the voices in whispers for years now. check the evidence, no one is actually there. Still some shadows exhale smoke. medication leave your extremities feeling like there is no bone only a jelly like substance. lullaby voices of a congregation turn out to be monsters. eye lids want to shut, But I have to see what happens next.

Girl with jailhouse tattoos

dreamed of a girl with jailhouse tattoos
she questioned bearded hipsters
with name brand cigarettes

what holds them together
an artifical spine
there parents pay their rent
they sink together in the scene
I was alone with her until I woke up
without her

I couldn't explain her
or myself

the nights were shorter

some like seeing others fall

Stringed together

Looking through the screen
visions of the sky
a self absorbed orbit
and wet ass fault
memories of an old school boy crush
into sighs and easy breathing
scattered the cloud like thoughts
this world laying flat on the desert
scorpions and cacti
come back into the shadows
in this elite
desert winds are accompanied
with a kiss
from a different set of lips
either or
not transparent movement
ass fault dries by
the dependent sun
that needs us to rise
our eyelids which are stringed together
in a blanketed embrace

Friends who drop in

One day you'll forget
about your plans
and just live life
with my electric stove
and a slow dance partner
and if I splash out on to the floor
with my beer and prescribed pills
will you pick me back up again
and if my six string is still
out of tune
when you come over , don't break a string

departed memoir
shade the emerald pupil
maybe the only color tonight
a memory maybe fading
calling for icy rain
will melt
with dimples of your back
to my heart