Walls dampen the chatter
overlapping, overwhelming, pulling me down
I'm drowning in the noise.

Slowly, my will replenishes
as I am ready to move
the walls will not allow it.

The walls have turned from my repose to my captor.

Their dedication to the setting sun
A harmonious serenade to the day's end.
Accompanied by the pond frog's bellow
What a lovely orchestra.

Autumn's first appearance is a chilly wind
One that engulfs your face with kisses and leaves as fast as she arrived
Wines her fingers in your freshly done hair just to undo it
Maybe autumn is the love of my life
I stand at the ready for her next sporadic appearance.

Not by demons, goblins, or ghouls
not with screams of terror
But with happy moments between he and I,
the giggling secret rendezvous
crunching grass where we danced
hidden behind the baseball field and trees
The paths we walked, speaking of the future
The bench where we were lovers in blossom

When you let me go
The weeping willow cried almost as loud as I did
Violent wind ripping her branches to and fro,
setting fire to her roots and burning everything she'd ever known


I still feel you walking side by side in tandem when I go back to it
My local park is haunted by my ex-fiancé
Maybe it's time to move.

"She dumped me for 90 days, then called me"
a phone call I heard on my way

"It's like we're breaking bread"
a couple sharing a cookie

"Let me call this guy real quick"
Once a son arrived to meet his dad

"Say cinnamon five times fast."
That same couple

"I bought her three phone cases and she left them all in my truck."
cont. of that phone call

"Again"
Says the little girl singing in French with her mother

"We just wrote a silioque about missing summer"
The couple

Tonight's clouds hang in the sky
Starstruck? No - part of the evening's performance
Understated. Reflective. Refractive.
Background? No - choir
Spotlighting the solo act.
I see where the inspiration for cotton candy came from.

As she descends into the horizon
The supporting cast takes their leave
The lights go down
The stage goes dark once more

Insane? Stupid? Risky?
Maybe.
Expressive? Freeing? Intimidating?
Absolutely.
Past mistakes, current life, reflective
That's my poetry.

If the right one doesn't come along
I didn't let my heart get rusty.
For my shame of the art has turned to joy
And secrets are best when they're shared.

I love recklessly
like a child dropping a glass cup on the floor