This affection,
I was
so timely
offered,

is
the exact point that
broke me;

tore me up,
spit me out,

ruined the chance
the shooting stars
and lunar orbit
had written for us;

the Andromeda
tells me
of how
I gave it my all,
and
got
not anything;

this subsequent
feeling of
hate
and love,

is slowly
ablating
to
nothing.

A sheppard hangs like a T
pierced in the sun  
ablating all condemnation
  as Pilot sits safely vvhile eating grapes
The people get vvhat they vvant
  not knovving vvhy they need it
&& a father vvelcomes home
    a son

Aren't people great,
vvhat is our $um?

Everything’s offensive,
thoughts are too pensive
Enraged and defensive:
Tell me how to speak

Breath lined with tall fences
ablating my sentence
so it doesn’t mention
words you find so bleak

Won’t change up my ways
so the ears in your day
hear the right thing to say
I’ll take your critique

**** being offended
Your life hasn’t ended
See how these amended
words make you so weak

~kb

Funny, that.
Getting it Right
burns up the universe
faster
the force of seeing
Albert's gift
ablating away now

the subsurface
of the bottom of things
hates a calendar
knows a pattern on time's
a prison to chance
a lid to capricious eye

laughing at 2:30 pm
on Thursday
poetry at 3
falling in love
is next week
just after
i see epiphany

Hooomans are fascinating
they cannot tell the difference
between their imaginations
and their immediate surroundings
This presents opportunities
to tilt at things you don't understand

the pretense of your own scent
lilac and sumac

old scents
lent forward

I scramble back from this precipice
sent from the accidental bureau

cold sweet mix of ice and sugar and
obliviation

of guessing around the corner
with tequila

not about that
not about this

spinning of feeling
into sound

ablating

blasted off molecules
regroup in a neighborhood bar

as if they lost a softball game
dang