Days.

The horizon flashes in strobe.

Digging our feet into the sand, they disappear.

The breathy kiss of Tuesday

Bleeds into Wednesday.

Tumbling:

Stairsteps and inertia.

The x-ed out calendar squares inching forward

Like a worm,

Like a tortoise

Slow, steady,

Eventually winning the race.

The undertow drinks you in,

Loving the way the salt affects your chemistry.

There’s nothing human in the waves.

A barrage of glittering, summer waves.

Again and again, they’re relentless

Insistent.

Always mechanical in their abscondence

No matter how manic the embrace. 

Inside Out.

I’m thinking about the universe

Lying in a bathtub,

Watching water droplets slip down the linoleum.

About gravity and embracing molecules and this

Elusive thing called a body

That houses my

Soul in just the right way

So that I’m able to think and feel and

Convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.

It isn’t the

Probability

Of heaven and hell

I worry about,

It’s the reflections and the

Forces and evaporation, intelligent design itself.

It’s the

Intangibility, the utterly precarious nature

Of everything

Outside our consciousness. 

An Unsuspected Turn of Events.

I know there’s no game

But I play it well.

Making the most of

This trap of

Cinderblocks and matrices.

I’m no competitor, trust me baby,

Just a shot in the dark from left field

A soft spoken rock star with a force field and a Richter scale.

We are strangers and cohabitators and best friends we never knew we had.

We’re just,

Always just something.

You know

I’m not painting my fingernails with hope or anything,

I don’t have wishes stuffed in my handbag

Or wear my desires strung around my neck.

It’s just

You wear blue a lot.

You look good in blue. 

Change Hungry.

My mother’s dress is loose on my shoulders

And tight in the ass.

I could just swim in

My father’s cheap leather Dockers.

Everything in the bluegreen light

Of a nouveau eighteen

Is pawing at the starting gates,

Of the insipid vernacular of

Higher education.

If you’re careful,

You could pick me out of a line of rebels

Of the

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch cherry bomb variety.

But only if you’re careful.

I’m just waiting

As the birds on wires

And naked branches

Claw the real life from this city.

Sever.

 

What did you think you’d do with the shoes,

Klaus,

When you felt the worn leather in your hands?

The masses of them in DC echo down the epochs,

But what of the moments

At night when the misery serenaded your sleep

And the dogs howled and the electricity buzzed through the fence?

Snapping into the emptiness on both sides.

The footprints of the death marches

Write prayers in the snow,

Punctuated with bodies

That never got to gain the weight back.

With every crack, blow; every

Fantastically nauseating

Contortion of humanity in your hands,

The utter dismemberment of dreams.

Weren’t you cold, Klaus?

Hideaway.

“Don’t you dare look out your window,
Darling,
Everything’s on fire.”
Pacing these floorboards
Might bring you straight to heaven,
Baby.
When the dawn splinters out in
Its discernment,
Only the
Translucent
Survive.
I need you here,
Child,
Under the celestial supervision of
The deciduous forest and GOD.
I will sing you lullabies of spring
As the dewdrops collect on our toes.
I will fight for your soul,
Wrap you in feathers and photosynthesis
I will give you a resounding paradise
If he lets me.

Hey, so today I was rifling though an old notebook and I found a poem that sparked my interest.

It’s dated 12/27/09.

I’m beginning

To doubt

My distorted reality

Tangibility

Is maddening

In its ambiguity

Disconnected

Spells where I have

Been pulled from

The socket

Of presence