untitled

it used to be so set in stone
a mere deal that would satisfy both parties
not a fairy tale but a transaction
black and white can never hurt
it’s all so safe and sound
nothing heard through these thick walls

that saturday eve you peeled it away
laid preconceptions and skeptic plans aside
breathed a dream into a 2-D realm
and for a minute i was swept off my feet
believing in what i thought unreachable
hidden under covers phone held tight
we talked the stars away
i fell in love that night

the pattern has been cut and i’ve moved outta line
hold the light a bit closer and squint your eyes
not a difference seen, but felt
hands feasting on your cheeks and eyes
fantasy books never read so well now did it?
i think i’ll doggy ear the page of today

untitled

i almost drove to the edge yesterday
to find sand granules that haven’t been seen
listen to a wave all by myself
and make a story that i can write about
this hamster wheel has been squeaky for some time
and every seventh ending with “day” is my enemy
simple pattern for a simple life
am i going nowhere yet?

in the angst of the moment came the rain
and the windows wept with laughs
message blinking on my screen and he wrote
“these raindrops have come a long way to see you”
and i thought next time, i’ll meet them halfway
to rise above these muddy routines

each frying pan clang of the alarm clock tightens this grip
a handful of air is all i can clasp
spreading so thin you can see through expected words
just like mail held up to the light
being told i’m doing fine – in the right place i need to be
but the tips of my pens have never been so chewed
and i’ve begun to gnaw my fingernails away
if being on course means being a wreck, i’m doing great

in the angst of the moment came the rain
and the windows wept with laughs
message blinking on my screen and he wrote
“these raindrops have come a long way to see you”
and i thought next time, i’ll meet them halfway
to rise above these muddy routines

lean in close so i can tell you of this dream i had
all i can remember was the wind that stung
just enough to remind you of your circulation
my love and i lived in bliss amidst the city beat
and my employer was a blank piece of paper and a pencil
the words worry and stress were banished from this throat
an orange heart emerged from a cement egg
am i still going nowhere yet?