Planning for the future

with a hammer

and a couple nails.

It’s a joke

I know

but it’s the truth.

The nails are a bit rusted

felt like I should mention that.

Bent too.

Head to Home Depot

to have your card rejected

but find a two by four

on the way home.

 

Buddy said she had

some parts for me,

pity screw.

Looking up already,

call it a note worthy day.

 

I can’t put things down,

unlike a child,

I find this one perfect.

Words escape the throat

and they shovel a moat of distance

that I can’t cross.

Ruby, you have the oars

and I can’t swim,

Meet me in the middle

and we can paddle together.

I envy your outlook.

Just desserts smile

on a top of a cherry, 

It’s worth a million photos

and all I want is one. 

Peeking into an empty

lot and seeing the world

and I know it’s just time

to pull the weeds. 

I had your eyes once, 

I’ll remind you

to never change them. 

I’m not quite sure

who I am.

The login to everything is the same

the books I read are still in place

the places I have been, plain.

The petals around the bud

shine bright

but they wilt away

as the sun abandons.

The simple resolution

would be to move and align

once again

with the sun.

If it was only

that simple.

The other side closed its doors

shut me out and won’t

answer my calls.

I need for them to

open

the doors. Starving

and drowning in

magic’s blood.

Let me in

I can’t survive

too much longer

on my own.

Talk to me, like I

am the last person on Earth

through an endless Spring. 

Change comes with time,

but we remain the same.

Nights filled with cold air

crawls between our legs.

Change comes with time,

we want to remain the same.

Can cover it tonight

but will rise tomorrow.

We share this Earth

with our demons.

They are our neighbors

at our barbecues on lazy Sundays

our weddings

and funerals.

They will be here

long after we are gone,

this is truly

Hell.

Staring at a blank page

for hours. 

Making words out of

blue lines

deep feelings 

between the lines

and nothing comes out. 

Claritys cost rises

and words

escape. 

Safety’s collector

comes knocking,

run. Run

until the blue lines

fade into red

and write. 

The oars turned at the pace

of the drums.

The beach sand was warm

between my toes.

Can hear the singing

fading into the marshes

the sound of gun fire

crying

and gun fire.

My brothers and sisters

fighting in a war

my war.

Can’t sail to battle

with holes in a boat

and only a single

oar.