I'll never understand
what could possess
one to tell one
that they have no skill?

How do you not know
that they know how to do
things you could never
master yourself?

And what if they ****
at math or soccer or
just being social
and stuff?

Maybe they have
this awesome innateness
that endows them ability
to rock your wife's socks off?

it's a fair thing when the air dreams
the windows tell me so
it's time again
to leave what we've got
while thought is deep and white and slow

so hunker down and enjoy the now
with a warm spot in the bed
tonight will pass
and tomorrow will shine
but for now we'll sleep instead

a sad human breathes;
they reach for windows on walls
too big for any one person to climb.

it's too late to tap on the glass.

near waking
the power of reality
slowly
goes off in a quiet sense,
silent wings passing
apart and together,
clear in their meeting
as they tried.

instead

simple shadows
of nights running into long hours
space the future,
years in a line,
stretching off,
as years in a line are wont to do.

and so they say:

it's too late to tap on the glass.

ARGH **** ****
today hasn't been the best to me
thusly
woe betide they who cross my path
for today hasn't been the best to me
and there are things I'd like to destroy
but none of it belongs to me
(just gonna have to deal)
and today hasn't been the best to me
so maybe it's time to just

chill

the

****

out

and take a breath and keep writing
because
god it's cathartic sometimes
but it still makes me think
that today hasn't been the best to me
and I'm still in a pissy mood
(though it's not as bad as it was)
so the fact hasn't really changed
that today hasn't been the best to me
at all

happiness walking...tired, slow;
sharing the street,
watching dusty half-gods sitting on their steps

they drink tonight
  
their art is a quiet passion,
golden fair, worth taking,
born of birds in a burning city who
return from their winter spring
looking for tomorrow