Before the sun brightens our half of the earth
Birds chirp at the break of dawn
You and I, my love
Turn dream to action and embark
Fill our knapsacks with blankets and sweets.
We’ll slip away unnoticed
Without maps or shoes
Fools desperate to explore the unknown.
We’ll gyre the states as gypsys
Ride rails to the sweet scene of a passing countryside
Our destinations many
Kyoto to Anchorage
Shanghai then Budapest
Should we lose our way
It wouldn’t matter the slightest
Should I wake in your embrace at the crack of a new dawn.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
During the earliest hour
While the house sets
Light peeks through my brothers closed door
If you put one ear to his door
And listen carefully you can hear
Him sing along to Frank Sinatra
Soft and off key
Using improvised lyrics like
People do to fill in those gaps
While it's this early
And absence is a pleasure
Sing like nobody is listening
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Underneath a golden light
my hands fell behind your hips
and we danced outside
in the middle of the street
to the silent tune of our breathing
As we circled that perimeter
our earthly worries drifted away
you'd laugh everything I stepped on your foot
then afterwords you'd stomp on mine
We must have been quite the sight
to curious neighbors
peering from their bedroom windows
as we swung each other like gypsies
until neither of us could breathe
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Perched against a grey wall
underneath an open window
is where to find me
whoever may be searching
Frogs croak outside
the only light that can be seen
comes from neighbors porch lights
whoever may be looking
There's nothing to see this late
sounds of passing planes echo through
heavy clouds
imagine being a passenger
against a smaller window
thousands of miles above mine
Experiencing the same view
from a different perspective
The cool breeze and stale electric hums
may appear insignificant
but they refuse to go unnoticed
to whoever may be searching
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
A crackle from wet wood
Tossed carelessly into a blazing bonfire
Making sparks and ash explode
From this contained pit
Stuttering and spewing
Like fireflies during summer's night
Is there a hidden desire
Emanating from these glowing flames
Ascending as a smoke toward swollen rain clouds
But dissipating into nothingness
Before it began to pour.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Right foot pressed to the accelerator
racing ahead of every car
in your vicinity
to slide into the left lane
and watch the following cars
through your rear-view mirror
honk and scream alone in vain
There’s a wayward shift in speed
followed by an anxious whip
of a commuter’s head to assure himself
that his wagon will clear
the space between two cars to his left
that come and go sporadically
driving quicker as the distant merge begins to appear
So when that day rolls around
when you find yourself reading bumpers
keeping a tenacious grip on that steering wheel
racing alongside silhouettes of commuters
each determined to be the first one
to merge into to left lane
and set the speed for following *******
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
One short stride of a child, to obtain
a starry blanket amidst his toys
crumpled between tracks and trains
engines and freight cars under his toes
One small dog scurries away at the sight
of an unsteady boy stomping ferociously
top heavy under his new height
wrapping and thrashing in serenity
Scattered patches of matte gold stars
were stitched to this azul blanket
and stretched across unfolding arms
sending coos through a room, otherwise bare
This secular blanket has been dragged through
various kitchen floors, picked up dust
snagged on loose floorboard nails, ruined
and torn with his clothes through the decades
Now a horn can be heard in the distance
oncoming train descends the horizon
tired, weary, out of patience
anxious to ride the train back home.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC