I stare
     transfixed
at the table.
I could care
     less
about the weather
and current events

My eyes
    follow
the lines that
     swirl
and they connect
     together

The waves
    curl around
in gentle meanders
that
     invite
me to play
amidst the grain.

Nothing else
     exists,
the world
     melts
          away.

I lay in the sand
face down
to breath in the grit
and grind it into my eyes.
I've spent so much time
staring at the sun
and the breaks,
holding onto the hope
that I'll see someones face.
I can't take it anymore.
I just want the beach
to swallow my head,
to steal my senses
and leave my body numb
and at peace.
I'm so tired of waiting
to get out
of this ******* place.

Moving parts produce heat.
The faster they move,
the more they burn.
They rub and resist.
They oppose and exist
to exert a tangible force
to counterbalance what we think
is simply a one way street.
But if you leap
from the swiftly moving vehicle
the asphalt will reach up
for your skin
and grab it
and burn you to the bone.
It will rub you raw
until there is nothing left,
but a grinning skeleton.

Everything's frozen in sweet repose,
intensity buried beneath the snows.

I freeze the silent scream and
although it longs to be free,
I stow the key deep inside.

I suppose that scream might grow
and rise against the tranquil cold,
if it were not so utterly frozen
below the surface of my soul.

The ice blanket wrapped close
slows the cogs and gears,
replacing the clicks and snaps
with smooth rolls and flows.

All machinery calmed, movement removed.
It is much too cold to complain
with my mind reduced to a gelatinous ooze.

Everything's frozen in sweet repose,
freeze the highs, bury the lows.

hold onto the slow
know it’s good
when it goes
let go
of ethereal edges
and feel the smooth
gentle waves
fold into your soul

He liked it there
in his comfortable corner,
a cozy niche reserved
solely for his pleasure.

Warmer and safer
further from danger,
his room was exempt
from the touch of a stranger.

As time passed, however,
he peered towards the light
and feared the eventual
forced evacuation
out from the inner chamber.

He cried out,
"We must be just to the fruits of lust,
don't muscle us from the nest so fast.
It is so very pleasant here,
and out there,
nothing but the eternal.
Leave me be to weave my small story
before I am forced to worry
about the outside word once and for all.

From his corner he perceived
the ever present push,
until
he turned to face,
what had once been a wall
now slipped into space.

He stared down the void
and it glared mockingly back.
Slowly his eyes filled with that blinding light
and despite the love for his life,
he knew his time had finally arrived.

His mind continued to race,
could this be it?
No it's too soon" he screamed,
"I'm not quite done living this dream!"

I'm here
in the dark
slowly melting away
into the couch

My unblinking gaze
is fixed solidly
on the flashing lights
that explode and dance
just behind the screen.

The glowing images
occupy my mind
so that I may
drift away
back to
you.