Thin folds extended from cloth
Outline, thick-edged for effect
Dimension, pride, hardly there
Fare-skinned, bare, fixed stare
All yours, never turned around
Free, sheet-locked paper girls
Forever static and immutable
Stationery, penned all to see
No fear of harm or duplicity
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
Life is what happens when
you unfold what to do with
the raw draw you never saw
letting out-all-the-wood work
I don't have children as result
problems we could not wood
knot marry away our unspoke
foundations ate away youths
Blessings unbeknownst hold
truths we don't know down
roads speed-bumped flying
catch your air up swinging
You can't have children for
body's mystery slick-timing
placing blame on untracked
follies you did while loving
With all life's out-of-crafting
we unfold what to do with
the refined beauty we have
sitting in friendships living
I found what I could knot
have surpassed inside you
Hopefully you see what is
life's full mystery working
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
In the beginng,
she meant well
Seeing the beauty
in everything
trying to believe
in loving meant
herself always 2nd
100% 0.7 lead
breaking under
pressure who
uses this ****
to write the past
forgetting you
would mean
leaving pain for
later, let's die now
to love or live
again but better
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
Couldn't go to a festival because Washington, spring starts sharp
automatically surging all freeways and detours with people in cars
just wanting to enjoy the weather we crave while 'gray' layers-up
Construction meant my plans derailed to Goodwill treasures instead
of sitting in my 4 door karaoke room with a steering wheel praying
my freshly single *** would find a pretty face in the lane next to me
Rather, a pair of '68 Time-LIFE Library of America beauties found me
ready to be chopped up for paper collaged creations with red tallboy
on my floor texting freshly moved friends in panhandle, somewhere
The South Central States: Arkansas, Louisiana, Oklohoma, and Texas
Thumbing through one of two to find ole Clarence Krigbaum smoking
his prideful cigar in the middle of his gold fire-hazard of a wheat crop
Clarence, in your hay day to my today - I wonder how your LIFE and TIME Central '68 pride field pictured derailed what you'd planned
I wish Mr. Krigbaum, wheat king risking blazing dreams, you'd see
who spent floored TIME Central '26 Western pace staring at your face
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
She turns, asks me, "how was it?"
They say, "Oh, so...them? Again?"
Souls commemerate life on paper
Shared presences, eyes, ears clear
Standing instraments sound in slow
Live music bravely gifts no choice
Feet placed, entro playlists all before
Holding rails, drum kick hearts
Those words on paper pass through
Years, deserving hands, layered skill
Gears and electricity guide lights
Backdropped venues, encores done
You said hearnestly, "we're a song"
I answer her, "I'm ready for again"
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 12:48 AM UTC
I've built up going outside
my body now won't budge
Found the remote, the vinyls,
the dusty peach brandy
Seasons one through six
and pondering what else
can decorate my four walls
Macabre: handmade, drawn,
arranged, well thought up
Cue all guilt trips, groceries
left unbought, steps lacking
Time spent here for the soul
Time spent preparing well
No matter what, it's unspent
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
giving thought to the nature or lifespan of a coming good-bye
is it best to be quick, catching you off guard, catching breath?
or all knowing an idea of when, squeezing in quality time?
my answer is typical, it depends on who and why good-bye
my good-bye to you was necessary, for both of us, painful
finally figuring out who or what we weren't dealing with
outside of love, removed from dreams of different endings
chances, fantastic opportunities to make splendor unknown
a good-bye to her will no matter what feel unfair, all while
knowing it is in fact seen by so many people, husband, son,
daughter, friends, nieces, children of friends, those who i
can't even name simply because her life continues to include
characters i've never met or heard stories of from her mouth
i used to joke i'd one day figure out the art of forgetiquette
truth is, there is no art, we exist to remember it all clearly
good bye to you both will always be happening, forever
she's still here, i'm readying it, she goes, sailing good bye
you've gone, good bye's said, but individually still saying it
quick, done, not yet, know or not - good bye is never the end
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC
"Where do you feel that in your body?"
Ma'am, the question guilts me tempered
More often than not, visions of marquis
Above all heads, walking crab-style rotated
What a thrill to think we're all islands
When simply we mute our crossing streams
Visible cares, tears, shares to light blindness
Fielding breeds of cured and aged happiness
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC
Tomorrow, done with 'new'
Pictures saved, all walked-out
Parking hunt over, fee-freed
Wings take me home, humble
My bedding cannot come fast
Enough rich foods to digest
More antacids than sunsets
2,447 miles from west, easterly
Left snow and flew to more
I'll dream of summer nights
Escaping 2nd winter's coming
Someday, I'll come right back
Ready to consume your 'new'
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
walking circles lost mind's exhaustion
passing three unmarked town graves
slow yourself. Let panic break away
where do they have to go? To last
cities climb decades around all of us
days, years, moments, my left hand
flat to each wind flushed, rough stone
chiseled, made from unknown hands
to now, here, connected, but all lost
you, three, forever. me? momentarily
reminding me all things indeed pass
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 5:35 PM UTC