Who has the keys to this Wednesday night?
I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit
               off I-90
  and these bloodshot eyes
  they won't slow me down
  or catch up until bar time.

Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size
               can dissemble time
and make a smudge out of our plights.

Not asking questions.
I won't need to lie
if I just keep quiet.

               Not gonna slow
                                     me down.
                  Not this time.

Door to the weekend has started creaking
and leaking light.
But my threshold's high
and we're not on foreign ground.

Dim reflection in your shouting eyes
calls for some more time
so it's one more round
and keep running for a place that's high.

Not gonna stop until these blurring lights
               and my X'd out eyes
can make a streak out of my sight.

No further questions.
I don't mean to pry.
So I'll just keep quiet.

               Deal is, you've gotta
                                     hide                  
                           me tonight.

Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night
and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.
               Torch these bridges,
             flee through rainy night.
              They can't stop us now
             or catch up until bar time.

The monotony of life
Repetition
Repetition
Repetition

As crazy as it sounds
It gives me purpose
When I steal
A moment for myself
To enjoy my hobbies
It increases my appreciation

I do love what I do
Which helps
With motivation
Of my...
Repetition
Repetition
Repetition

Waking up
To the sounds of my alarm
Shower
Eat
Traffic
Work
Supper
Sleep
Pressing repeat
5 days a week

I find meaning
In what I do
An inviting challenge
Each day
Bringing new layers
Varied scenarios  
Frequently hectic
Sometimes stressful
Often...
Repetition
Repetition  
Repetition

Still...
Always a fresh day

Perhaps...
To some
I hop along
In the dull clouds of life

While, I find
I swim along
In my stream of stability

Jl 2016

You are gone at first light
Lipstick stains on the wine glass gleam
It was a crazy night

Your shape on the sheets so white
Makes me ache and remember my scream
You are gone at first light

The cigarette butts on the floor a sight
All memories of a recurring theme
It was a crazy night

The empty bottles full of our ghosts so light
It was not love supreme
You are gone at first light

The bruise on my inner thigh a sight
Not a theme for a dream
It was a crazy night

So I will search some more for my knight
In the bright light of the dancing sunbeam
You are gone at first light
It was a crazy night

Words were for whispering small
truths or swollen somethings
with the power of rocks, resting
on sifted oceans--back and forth
in the rocking chair.

Mama's song rings
cracking. Almost
the surface. Barely
a scratch. Lightly
on the record. Hitting repeat.
Falling

just short
of an earthy gesture. A smokey
word and a hallowed cave. Lethargy
drifting in waves.

I need to tell you this, but I can't
as you won't understand

So I slowly inch in my symptoms over
cereal and milk and between our small talk
As you tell me to put my problems into perspective

I need to tell you this, but I can't
because whenever I unlock that thought
my stomach begins to simmer
threatening to overflow
My skin will crawl and I drift away from where
I am supposed to be
getting lost in the maze again.

I need to tell you this, but I can't
So I tell you the only way I know how,
forcing my lips to create the words,
so mechanical I need pliers to get them out,
but somehow I wish they'd come
spewing like a waterfall from my eyes and lips

and I know it may be hard to see your little girl this way
But I think it's harder to look myself in the mirror and tell myself
I'm okay.

We're all writing about the same things
Love and Pain and Loss
It´s like a record skipping
Over and over
Even I'm guilty
Pointless repetition
The same old sorrows
Yesterday and tomorrow
When will it ever end?
Every poet knows the pain
The release
Of fingers on keys
Typing instead of bleeding
Even though it's the same thing
But we just keep repeating
Again and again
When will it end?
*When will it end?

I remember a time when light did not fade
before my eyes in flashes
of never ending time.
I remember a time when days were
as colorful as nights
and lies were not lies.
I remember a time when my eyes
saw the surface rather than
everything but that.
I remember these times but now
they are merely rhymes that
have disintegrated into nothing.
I remember the constellation of
thoughts marked on blue-  
lined paper, inscribed
to tell of every whim
and want.  
I remember the bitterness of
my frame and it’s
inabilities,
and it's defiance
overtaking sense.
I remember when dusk
marked night rather than
restless eyes and
i did not have to try to
come back again,
i just came back.
I remember a time when
my name was not merely the sum
of numbers and papers
and unworthy accomplishments
compared to moral worth.
I remember when passion filled
every bone of my being and
i didn’t have this
morose, lingering
abundant mass of thoughts
i do not care to hear

You take
everything,
everything that was mine,
everything that you pretended was yours,
everything except responsibility for yourself.