kaycog

kaycog Mar 2017

They met in Vienna, by happenstance in Rome
While a stranger to adventure, in Europe she was home
Fresh out of college, he journeyed over sea
no books but a backpack, a lone friend and he
Criss-crossing countries their paths would intersect
ever so romantic, a once in a lifetime movie effect
months went by, and not-quite lovers lived on
until, suddenly, his front door step she stood upon
for an Austrian thanksgiving, to Ohio she flew
one dinner was all, she bid him adieu

kaycog Mar 2017

across the street

I never knew what went on in that house
behind that perfect fenced-in yard
Maybe they sneaked out at night, to paint over the dead
Every day, without fail, it was a family effort you see
I swear they cut grass blades with sharp kitchen scissors
Spreading love, fertilizing an ever thirsty lawn
I never saw the weeds, the mushrooms that would grow
slowly, unnoticed, until the pesky invaders overpowered the green
And yet, the metal wire still outlines the property

kaycog Mar 2017

spaced out

Lone, rocky planet
No gravitational pull
I'm a waning moon

#haiku

kaycog Mar 2017

bathroom mirrors never looked so good

can I get a judgement call on common accusations
make a chart of the good, the bad,
the "oh no I would never"
side of rationality
tear my
soul to ribbons
tied in neat little bows
upon the miraculous gift
of your presence
for me to open
the morning after
you ripped paper off the walls
scattered selfcontrol on the floor
to hide under beds forever more
you could call it a division, but I'm calling for a recount

kaycog Mar 2017

My day was nice and productive, how was yours?

coarse hands collect rocks
filling buckets to the brim
piled in a field of earth's core
form a line
we march across
from daffodils and weathered fence
to the barrier of water's edge
horses run wild in captivity
charging as we lift
we push on
digging now
pulling up sharp secrets
to be formally introduced to the sun
pushing high over the mountains
we tear down trees
uproot their stumps
throwing everything into the hole
all for a tractor
we'll never see
so we cease our once willing efforts
and eat our chili on log benches
opposite the field

kaycog Mar 2017

of boasts and ball gowns

piano, grand central lobby
bubbly drinks as personality
glossy lips, champagne flowing
hanging on
overhead chandelier
looming
marble tiles bright like futures
shining when stepped on
footsteps soft
clicks saved for heels
an abyss filled with zealous voices
down dim halls, empty girls creep
into cavernous rooms
spacious, love seats looking lonely
another creaking door down
electric wood burns
no reaction
oil portraits come to life
pastels poisoned
the watching moon
through broken panes
curtains close on brass rods
lining walls with delicacy
candle lit bookshelves
lead the mission
wander aimlessly away
slip back into the noise,
the life, the crowd
keys echo out of tune

kaycog Mar 2017

figures

now I'm tripping over words
I don't remember saying
I'm fighting imaginary enemies
created by someone else
still, I'm running on highways
and its driving me crazy
my shadow no longer lingers
I let my tongue
slip
and now it won't stop