Every Little Thing
Like the sun and the rain
and the morning and
the depths of night and
the dew drops on the
grass and the bead of
sweat on your eyebrow
Shin Kicks
Our days are so volatile
with the maelstrom that
propagates our feeds
and destroys our brains
while the sun is shining
and the rain is raining
and we can’t see either
The Length of Time
I don’t know how long it was
between your second-to-last
breath and your last breath,
but I know that time receded
and I was a hologram of myself
in a dirty underhang of despair
Group Text
But distance strings us out on the
end of what used to be a corded
phone line, and we react when pinged
to the evermore of each person’s
discombobulated happenstance
Crumpled Papers
But there was something in all those
crumpled papers that found their
way to all sides of the waste basket
and I think that something was
honesty
The Cold Side of the Pillow
The cold side of the pillow
is only a reminder of the
choices I continue to make
that suit where I am at
this point in my life as
an older gentleman
who is much more
comfortable in the cold
Let Them Fly
Just because they can fly
doesn’t mean they will fly
away into the clouds above
leaving us holding their perch
Loose Tiles
We walk so gingerly
over the loose tiles
of our evolving lives
that we fail to put
the right amount
of force or pressure
on the balls of our
feet to notice how
imbalanced we are
Watching a Lion Do Cartwheels
I don’t know where I fall
as I watch myself idle
through life with that
weighted vest you saw
on Amazon on my back
Breathless
My breath continues strong,
refreshed by a long walk
and propelled by the thrill
of parenting while parentless
because you can have one
without the other, and it’s
all I ever wanted to have
Inclination
So, I lay down on a chaise
with a book of fiction
to imbibe someone else’s
life of bold grandeur
inside my inactivity
Pounding Salt
It knows more than us,
but is still artificial
and anonymous
If we allow it to
be autonomous
we will be left
pounding salt
Grabbing At Air
I walk aimlessly
to drumbeat my
inexorable grief
and I always end
up back where I
started; home
Basking in the Glow of a Shallow Pool
It’s strange to look for
some kind of solace
in a puddle outside of
a nondescript building
on any road in this
city of wayward fog
and capsized humans
Another Version of Myself
Hair grows out of my
ear like a cornstalk
and I barely care
because tweezers
are man’s enemy