Alarm goes off.
Get ready.
Make ups
Good
Hair is
Good
Outfit
Eh.
Breakfast in a bowl
Out you go.
Leaving on time
Yes.
In the car
Put your bowl on the dash
Never a good idea btw
I learned
Next thing I knew
Passenger side covered in goop.
20 min to clean
Now I'm running late
****
Wash your hands
Be Quick
grab something to eat.
This will do.
Ugh.
Out the door.
20 to 8
This is no good
I'm late.
I'm really late.
Sure enough
Traffic.
20 min really makes a difference
All I keep thinking is
I'm hungry
Please let there be a parking spot
****
This hair went from
Good to disheveled
Finally
820 arrived on campus
Why do people drive so slow.
Ah
There's parking.
Grab it.
60 min to spare.
Sun is searing
But I can barely
see through my windows
I remember
Windex in the trunk.
Tattered rags
College students pass
Crazy girl washing her Windows.
Yea that's me.
Ugh don't beep.
Embarrassing
No I won't wash yours next
Laugh
Cringe
Can I go back to bed
Thursday's that ****.

And though I may not mention it,
I need you to remain and sit in place within my life.
I'm home, I don't mind a few renovations but you can't move out.
Change the furniture, change the setting, change the colours of this love, but don't pack up.
Don't relocate, because I can't leave with you, hence I live with you.
Continue to settle, continue to speak your plans to my walls, we'll breathe life into them.
And may the building of this love never feel the clocks run forward.

by Dvniel Jones

Sometimes
before you arrive
I imagine the drive
the dusty winds
roads blown sand blind
the breath hot desert
red upon your back
the drown of dripping sweat
a mirage, a swimming lake
an oasis, of mind escape
how you travel as saguaro fields fly by.

I once blushed golden on a blue watered beach
As the minister held out rings for us to share
Each had it's own meaning for the other
Each heart's deep love laid bare
Those same eternal circles now rest quiet
On ceramic lily pad made especially to hold
Vivid memories of your hand in mine
Happy Anniversary my love, in whispers softly told

Love is not for everyone
Love manifests itself in the darkest places,
in the dingy, cracked-tile linoleum
of strangely lit rooms with
flickering bulbs and glazed
eyes staring into the glass
but seeing nothing
on the other side.

Love is not for everyone
Love escapes from the grasps of those who
are the most desperate.
Trailing from their fingers like the
thick, spider-web smoke
of smoldering cigarettes
and the lazy twirl
of a steamy breath
on a winter day.

Love is not for everyone
Love flames and burns the world,
setting alight anything anyone
once told you about life.
Love consumes
and then spits hearts out like
a machine, fine tuned for
efficiency and not meaning.

Love is not for everyone
Love smiles with gleaming white teeth
that hide a black rot deep
under the shiny pearls of illusion.
Love brushes a hand over
people who least expect it, and
love leaks from eyes in
shimmery crystal rain drops.

Love is not for everyone
Love is made OV LiEs