Flashback
to when we were nine
His guts
really hated mine
I was new
He didn't even know me
I didn't know
why he felt so strongly
......
Remember me as the morning birds start to call
Remember the nights that turned into mornings at parties, festivals and all
Remember me in the rich smell of coffee
Remember me as the radio plays that song from a time we had it all
Remember me as the ocean laps the shore
Remember me also as the ocean swells and writhes with a storm
Remember me on a still hot sunny day
Remember me in daisy chains at play
Remember me when you hit the bars and clubs
Remember me in a ice cream sundae
......
In just one split of an instant
Life force entirely withdrew
With your vitality vanished
I find myself severed in two
As heavens expand between us
I fear I’ll recall less each day…
So, I think back through the senses
To keep time’s forgetting away
......
I wake up in the morning,
And stagger to the bathroom.
For a moment, I'm in college again,
All radiant and young.
Then the dim light slowly flickers on,
And in the mirror I see my face.
The course of my life coalesces in my mind,
As I see the telltale signs of time gone by.
Do I really need to put makeup on?
......
By learning you, I’m deceiving me,
As common ground sprouts unfound knowing…
But how can I find you relatable?
When I can only see what’s showing?
The limits of your introspection
Prevent you from learning your own brain,
While your narrow means of expression
Dictates the parts you share and explain
......
I picked up eclipse glasses, crumpled on the street
It caused the pause reflection brings when unlike minds should meet
With no regard we oft discard the fashion of the day
No cosmologic mirror, we hasten on our way
Same time the rhyme that is the pond, ornithologic splendor
Graced the sky there in my eye, sweet nature as its sender
Earlier a chance encounter prompted thoughts of scale
......
Another day passes by
listless as I am wordless
gloomy, the clouds blanket
the day and I beg for
anything that might make me
forget another day is passing
while grandpa is on in-home hospice
care and grandma has forgotten
nearly everything. We live in
the sick.
......
In a haze, I stumble,
tripping over my own feet,
dragging my breath through a hill drowned in fog.
Cold. Fucking cold.
Solitude chewing through my skin,
biting into my bones.
And then—
you.
......
Tides of Truth
On a peaceful day, seagulls glide,
while shells scattered across the sand reflect pure sunlight.
A storm is raging beyond,
nearing the calm sands,
immersed in self-proclaimed vindication.
Ripples turn into unapologetic waves,
......
does breaking mirrors
really alter my features?
looking glass-cripple