9 seats
9 brains
9 kids
All kids
Expected to know
To understand
Expected to focus
On a screen with no meaning
No root in reality
A brain being molded
On another’s dime

// EW

Black skinny jeans holds her body
While I mold her brain
The seconds tick by
She wiggles her for
Concentration or anxiety?

// EW

The wind gracefully steals my papers
Taking them to a place unknown
Where the words cease to have meaning
All things unknown
Someday it may have meaning

// EW

It’s 9
Truly time
Claws down
Chins up
Don’t be a ****
Park place
Nines divine
Let’s take a drive
We’re in overtime
Greens on the table
Smoke if you’re able
******* pull up
Cant drive a clutch
I’ll put it to rest

The screen read
F
A
I
L
That’s what I saw
And I
Bailed
But
Behind
The screen
Was a new
Beginning
For me

I hope you write something as beautiful as you are
With that high pony
I didn’t show  
But you had your honey

I told you
So clearly
But the glass got foggy

I’m sorry

But please don’t bother me
We left things so harshly
I was charged
After the party
Partly

Before things got started
We were happy
Just living life
Open heartedly
But then it all started

All of our our backs broken
Parted by the mountain
It happened so oddly

She was on her way
And I didn’t feel okay
But you stayed
And felt betrayed

I get it now
It’s okay

365
**** she’s fine
We’re in so many pictures
So many hours
A failed trip
Suicide close by
It’s been a ride
By your side
I’ve seen two
Nice to see
What you’ve gone through
No one knew
But now we see
I knew you’d be
That
*****
So please
Just breath

She was just
A girl
In my driveway
With hair blacker
Than her thoughts
And I thought
She was a thot
But it’s not
Her fault
She’s got
All that
***
In the back

//EW

There are rings on the table
From our drinks
Empty bottles
In the garbage
Some might think
That these nights are
Repetitive
But we see
These memories
Through a screen
So maybe
We cling
To the idea
Of being free
Don’t you see?
These nights
Are not tired
So we drink

// EW

The grimy auto tech
bursts through the door
a quarter to six
straight to the fridge
opening the white door
pulling the yellow jug
out with force
the creamy liquid
clears grime from
the corner of his lips

I still remember you
Walking hand in hand
Fresh off of the clunking city bus during the afternoon rush
Smiles as new as a pack of bright yellow pencils on the first day of school
Him a miniature version of you
The pride in your deep brown eyes
The pride in his

2 years have flown
I still see you two
Hand in hand
Great fathers lead by example
He is so proud of you

Today it flows
golden locks
that shine as bright
as the golden sun
gently tucked behind my ear
softly blowing in the wind
it almost touches the small of my back
but only when my head leans gently behind me

It feels so good when you gently run your
fingers through the loose waves
falling apart as your fingers run through
trying to escape them

You give me
a small flower
to place behind my ear
just before you said goodbye

She walks down the gravel road
looking into the crisp burning sun
hearing the blue blushing waves
rolling from the gulf to the Florida shore