In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.

Isn’t it easier to glue your skin to the pavement-
Than to meet my eyes?
Oh, to live on this warm pavement!
To burn your skin
This desire feels like creeping heat
Don’t move a muscle!
You’re carved from stone

Isn’t it easier to keep the fireworks inside you-
Than dare open that cage?
That wretched cage!
Lest they ignite
The loudest sound you’ve ever heard
The brightest moment!
Beautiful and gone

$12.83
And some change
That I’ve been waiting for
Shove it deep into my pocket
Next to letters scribbled
Un-alphabetically
On the back of a receipt
Letters destined for a screen
Hypocrisy
Two tacos and a tea
Cat food and Zoloft
All my favorite things
$11.29
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?

The suits march off
to their working place
And return day old soldiers
I thought once
they were fighting for honor
But this day old roamer knows
They are fighting for ego
The pigeons chatter
on the sidewalk
The two men
walked the other direction yesterday
The pigeons ask why
Suits tread the same pavement smooth
When they could go quite anywhere

[My friend asked me once what city had the fattest pigeons.

I asked which had
the fattest men. ]

I continue to write words
And toss them out into space
Angrily flinging the ashes
of emotions my nerves
refuse to bury
Shout them at walls
SHOUT LOUDER
can they hear me?
Slingshot them towards the stars
So the scrambled letters
can be dwarfed
by their brightness
And by the brilliance of
others who also write
Their words appear
on pages next to mine
This confuses me
SLINGSHOT THEM FURTHER

You ignore my phone call
A silent treatment
I brought my love
Inches from your eager lips
Then went back to him
You grip the wheel tightly on the car ride home
And I keep my life
My boring life
Because I know what happens
When you dance with artists on rooftops
There’s always something more beautiful

You’re having a Saturday night
On a Tuesday morning
Artist pacing
Union Station
Red eyed wanderer plucking
Pencil lines from the air above you
Coffee dripping
Atoms ripping

A painter sits, sipping