I am cosmic limbo
words cannot express.
I am a lap dog drowning in a pool of cat's milk
wearing nothing but sun burns.
I cut the lines when Merry goes round
below the grief you cannot digest.
Anxiety has nightmares about me
it is rumored.
My tears fall on surfaces
and explode like snap & pops.
Mini ignitions in an instant,
turn to ash.
I am a bleak reposit in your memory bank.
Thirty years of wasted land.
There are no more homes for me.
Catch you up Ricky Baker

One foot in front of the other
That’s all there is to it
Control your breathing
Don’t get too excited
No one is there to hold your hand
It’s all up to you
The ledge was starting to look thin
Your legs are getting wobbly
Fatigue is making you want to give in
Step
       Step
Step
       Step
Slip—
But you never hit the ground
Because he’s there to catch you

a man with smoke in his eyes
stumbling down the street,
he swinged swiftly through the air

then opens up his hand and cries
wind's long exhale
- a single firefly
flies away

you told me you'd always
be there waiting to catch me for when or if I was ready to fall.

i would look down
and see you with your
outstretched arms and unwavering eyesight set on me.

all this time you've been ready for me,
and so one day i jumped.
i jumped to and for only you.
and as i made my descent i looked down to see you.
and i did. see. you.

but you were running to catch someone else.
someone that was ready before me.

this was the day i had chosen to trust you with my love.
this was the day that you broke me in more ways than one.

you arrived too early and faltered and i arrived too late and shattered.

{d.f. | 11/29/17}