Night glides over the white wings,
settling down from the sky.
Arrival in a familiar place awash with memory.
Come and gone,
return pulls tendrils from squishy matter,
lays them out before me
lights in the pitch, great expanse whispering,
tugging my sleeve.
There is a hill,
and a home,
a tricycle and bad accident,
fluffy morning pancakes,
play dough,
summer sun stretching for years.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
The moon wanes, translucent power grows dull,
senses pulled back beneath a layer,
sticky apathy encasing,
chambered in gloom.
It waxes,
the beams gleam stronger now,
feeling returning,
bubbling, burning.
How bright this glow!
Catch it quick,
grab a jar before it darts
and sinks away into the lagoon,
where the stench and vile waters
swallow it back up.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC
It's velvety here on the fringes
way out in the darkness
absorbing light, tugging photons
down with this immense
gravity.
Space dust, starlight, no matter can singe
nor emotions depress,
darker than night, a siren song
making all past tense
certainly,
but I am not full and cannot find
a cure for emptiness.
Heed me no mind. Your galaxy
will crackle and smolder
long enough.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
Wrestling thoughts left this brain exhausted,
but aloe words prevented burns.
For now, checking off to-to lists
comprising domestic upkeep
and work duty
is enough that the end of the day
feels accomplished,
miniature success.
The reward?
bed
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
Four pillars topped by bronze statues,
the stages of transformation
from tadpole to frog.
I've felt like the frog for so long,
at the peak form I can be,
suddenly an idea from my soul!
I haven't yet grown legs, I'm still a tadpole.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:28 AM UTC
Apartment smokey
as oiled chicken bakes,
pepper flakes crunch, pop
from excess drops,
muscles hot from crushing rocks.
A time tested method for calm head,
shed weight, elevate concentrated focus,
no external locus.
Hippie-dippy, hocus pocus,
tokeless moments notice
change and composure,
closer to found by stealing
body from ground, resurrecting
ancient things, lost memories,
how to place my foot,
shift weight, drop knee,
reach
for the next stone.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC
My father called crying,
witnessed a man crossing highway I-80
get smashed by an SUV.
I have no answer.
Dad was the first responder,
"Eyes up to the sky, nothing, nope, gone.
Dan I, there was all this blood
and his eyes were wide open..."
The SUV driver went home someone else,
two deaths that day,
"He had to be drunk, or or high out of his mind, or, because
why would he do that? Nobody just just walks out like that, he
must have been drunk, who does that?
I can't bring myself to say it,
couldn't suggest it,
how to do that smoothly?
Set it up with a deep breath then-
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
a connector, a communicator,
abstract, not quite the real thing, just close,
just a sound to represent.
Do words fall short?
Almost always,
so why continue to speak?
Why seek connection through futile means?
Touch, a look, are much more accurate.
Time to shut eyes, reach out,
and communicate.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Vast time outside,
hours and hours running, biking, exploring,
no need for meaning to haunt me.
Where did it even come from?
It's unwanted!
Never was something I cared for,
experiencing is enough.
Then monetary things popped up,
some numerical demands
handed to me to settle those handed to them,
and maybe a little on the side
for a vacation of course.
I guess that means I'm back to work.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
The page this was written on
has rain drop stains.
Something about all that falling water
gets a brain going.
A jogger bobs along,
only rain walkers remain,
the rest are gone
back to their homes.
Something about all that falling water
really gets to them.
The wetness does end folks,
it's a cycle.
Missing out on a whole.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC