Celestial bubble,
Pearl of plastic,
Divine globe.
Red ball inside.
Such joy
I find
To watch it roll,
To watch it
Wind.
A quarter cost,
But mine
To keep.
World is heavy.
Big Bounce
Is Cheap.

City of yearning,
And I'm trying leave my wants
Behind.

Surrendering fantasy
To the salt on the roads
And the Port Authority
Mechanical building.

LaGuardia hanger 7C
What will be, will be.

Sitting above the tarmac
I'm reminded of my moral failures
Chicken on my Caesar salad
After passing a truck on the highway here
Feathers flying, lost to the wind
Quiet whispers of misery.
**** it, I'll also have a 10am beer.

Expectations are heavy stars
Human heaven, holding scars
Big bang, she's a gamma ray

The brevity of life
Is overwhelming

A novel is writ
from the brush of a knee.
Stranger in the window seat.
What's wrong with me?

I remember when I was younger
Like you.
I didn't know what I wanted until
I got it.
Didn't know
What I didn't want
Until
The heavy breathing
And friction of bodies
Eventually
Rubbed a hole in my
Heart.

I left dozens in my wake,
But how was I to know it?
"A one night mistake,
Whatever."
Another person ghosted.

Now I'm in your wake,
Upset I didn't see
That I'm a casualty of exploration:
You didn't really care for me.

How is it, that again,
A mug of earthenware,
Spun with love hand,
Breaks in the sink,
And I glue it back together,
Where the pieces shattered.

You think I'd learn,
To be more careful,
More deliberate when I stacked the dishes,
But I've done this twice now.

I only have so many mugs to break,
Yet it seems a fact of life,
That accidents happen,
But should both these truths collide so many times again and again and again,

Then,
I will have no more mugs for my coffee.