He could write endless books about the curl of her lips when she smiles but they would be futile in expressing truly how they made him feel.

blinded by choice
you mistake me at will
for something ill.
misunderstandings
take two minds
but clarity takes heart.
I do not write on walls,
I carve on sand.
but you the wave
would wipe away the moment
as if my heart
would scar the beach
you have eroded for yourself
and you prefer
to hide the truth
I speak.
where have gone my words?
sank beneath your toil
like whispers in white noise.
we can not hear a gentle breeze
when tide is high.

They say that psychologically we all got triggers,
but they're just part of the guns to our heads.
A day job requires you to hit certain figures
and in that regard those triggers are all pulled

simultaneously

I don't say it lightly, the lot of us are simply doomed
if we stay here. And truthfully that's what I dread.
The fact that we never move from this ******* room
is a constant testament to our nature.

our divine comedy

Have we become futile? To tell you the truth, probably.
Who did that? Them or us? Who tossed away the toast
and handed us the dry, hi vis laden crusting?
You, my friend. You who tripped. You whose mind

is stripped away

You walked your dog in early morning
suburban calm
of hubbed parking lots, sprawled lawns
humming.

In knee tall grass imagining
your neighbors brewing a fresh *** and
pulling their curtains
wide.
I crouch obscure

knee bent, tree nestled.
My heart sings:
You, grin, grimace
The air stings
my notes strung
affix my lips to there.

Best wishes I offer at this time
I will observe the court order and
you look so handsome from here.

Education, they say
Sets free the mind
Only it has, ironically
Imprisoned mine.
I have lost my heart
Somewhere on this path,
Leaving my mind
Alone, in wrath
As it struggles to
One day forgive itself,
Then comes to dwindle
Through grief; it wilts.

i’ve been choking
on air
years before
you came by,
so don’t feel
too special
when you hear that
i’ve died.
then again,
it’s you
who injected
empty syringes
in my veins
while i ached,
and it’s you
who held my hand
in their wakes.
i always knew
you were scared
but i never knew
you were
a prison guard.
you coaxed
my sins out
when it got too hard.
then you'd slam
against
my cage,
but you left
again and
everything’s
the same.
im still a fish
washed up
onto sea.
and each breath
takes something
from me.
so did you help
or did you hurt?
i guess
i’ll never know.
and as much as
i want
to rejoice
and wither
on the sand,
i still wait
for you on
the scorching land.
(because
with you i’ll
always feel
fetal--
even when
i pray to find
my own needles).

I command it all
with imperious verbal commands
automation through the ether
my lights come on
the television, voice activated
spoken queries answered by the
computer in my home
    - sports scores
    - weather
    - news
    - reminders
vibration of my vocal chords
compels my thermostat
orders my groceries
and plays my music
I am the master of my domain
and yet now, more than ever,
I control
    nothing