I am only a draft
I am not meant to feel this cold
I am not black
I am not white
I am made of my colorful mistakes and typos
I am sorry you feel the need
to delete me and start over

If you
spot me
pulled over
on the side of the road
drafting on the dashboard,
(possibly writing this very piece)
inside the comforts of my office,
(my 20 year old jalopy),
kindly be patient.
For I am aging out
of my own
cerebrum
as well....

DRIPPED
out the
spout
of a lonely
faucet,
onto a warm
puddle of friends

I can crawl down
deep, deep as if my spine tunnels
into the ground, meek, meek
a silent crouch below
my speech, where
I cannot be found
disappear into the dark pit of my gut
where disgust gets digested, loneliness absorbed
then, when I so choose to,
yet again, emerge whole,
sound

SO,
don't you worry about
little old me
and my poetry,
we'll be just
fine

In a slinky black dress,
heels and a drink
her terribly seductive
monologue
worked the room

The theater roared
with audience applause
upon curtain call

He felt at a loss,
when he recalled
how she used to perform
exclusively,

for him

Just a feeling,
a tapping in
on a vibration

Noisy,
silent to the ears
subconscious connection

Reaching thru a tear in Heaven
to shake me, AWAKE
divine intervention

EMPATHY

Follow me, she says
down this thrilling flight of stairs
this way you can
rescue me when I begin to
feel vulnerable or scared
As frightening as it is to me
I'll always go back for more
it's so much more exciting than
being called ordinary, or a bore
So I will continue to dig myself
into depths as far down as I can
together we'll share my misery
come, give me your hand

At breakfast,
my family politely
asks, that I
gather my thoughts
so by lunch,
they can politely
pick them apart

Dinner is take out
since by then, they have
exhausted their insult quota
and there is no longer a reason
to conversate

Rummaging through the tool box
There must be something I can do to fix this, I thought

Just emptiness

It's hard to knock
on a cloud,
the haze, all the silence
Anybody home up there?
I wonder, how many floors does Heaven have?
How many flights do the Angels have to climb to make it to the top?

I need to speak to someone in charge, this is just, not working

I used to work all day
in a field of lies
Loving the money
but attracting the flies
Swatting them away
just to get good pay

Shackled within a
stressed, wood stain finish
farewell faces pressing up
against the glass
the image of a perfect family
the only good memory
that would last

I threw a rock at your heart
after you threw a rock at mine
cutting deeply, the ties of our children
from the shards we've left behind

Sometimes
here...
       I step in
          then
               disappear...
desire,
          the upper floor
depress the wrong button
               closing the door
instead,

                I am going

                         down

His light,
so warm,
so bright,
took the weight
off of my
heavy heart

There is a divinity, traveling light

following the dedicated thread
higher and higher

hovering above, the psychoactive scaffolding

parting the clouds like heavy drapes of plaster

suspended in disorientation

witnessing the tedious restoration

re-tiling mosaics of stolen memories

embedded in the ceiling of the soul

All in the matters of the mind

the unfolding of meninges, over time

while colliding,

with a doves wings, pure and precious

asks permission to borrow them

return the props when the
session has ended

recover from a trip
that brought you to your knees

to discover the sacred, healing power of sweet harmin e

Spend hours and hours
positioning words
the family heckles
they think it's absurd

How do you expect me
to heal
when you keep
stepping all
over me?

Have you
Herd?

Immunity
develops
thru truth,
not
empty
words

Looking forward
to runnin *** backwards

again

Raised with such
critical safety guidelines,
un- thank you!

Now your,"if something
should happen"
watered down my life to
'nothing ever
happens"

I feel them like webs filled with pulp, desire, racing to find the finish line

Casually you rise
take up residence
in my evening space
Casting light
to intoxicating depths
Soaring, I swim
in your sea of rain
Drenched, I hide
beneath your shine
Exposed,
rolling in your
trenches, I've memorized
every groove of your pale face

Slowly, I'm spinning
beneath the skies,
in search of us

Lost in you Imbrium,
look down into my window
I will be there every night...
waiting....

Vivid memories
silently
cry out loud
everytime I look for
your face in a crowd
The ones I'm with
don't have a clue
I'm smiling at
them, but looking
for you.....

Solemn hymns
kiss
cherry chimes
skiing
below orange
dreamsicle skies
Swiftly downhill
passing
snow covered pines
long for the serenity
left so far behind

I will see you in a short while
she says, as she rises, balancing
the sunset beneath her feet
glowing,
thrusts on to her toes
reaching up
exhaling
parting a soft curtain of cloud
climbing, to enter, to explore
a stardust gate of lights

The freedom I felt after he left
made me love,

L E A V E S