Static fields guard

my body from your

touch. Front porch

is the farthest

the weary venturer

barks. Crips fingers 

call to the balcony,

screaming back,

you shouldn’t of jumped.

The door didn’t slam

on the way out. Free

exit but a slow

exit. Countless

seconds holding this

pen to leave it beyond

the threshold. It wasn’t

the right fit. The night

wouldn’t let me forget.

Dreaming of people I’ve never met

places in cities off the map.

It kept calling me. Too late

to send to decline.

Blink and you were there.

When I needed you the most,

I didn’t blink hard enough.

Portal jumping was just

a game to you. My heart

was just a game. Couldn’t

find the second controller. 

Blinked and you returned.

Sweat driven

adventure fuled

dreams conquered

and

and I couldn’t remember your face.

Lift life, across open doors

flying sixty down

open highways. Breeze

flying through unkempt

hair singing along

to September in

the middle of

September. Do you

remember, the 21st night?

Leaving behind

the trouble nights

with mid level deduction

and a half bottle of Jack,

just turned the keys

and drove.

Trampled. They didn’t

see it coming. Holding

for the right stop,

waiting a stampede

too long. They didn’t

see it coming. Feared

fares and fangs reaped

the rewards, the award

for worst case

the ripped face

goes to me.

We blamed everything on the Aliens.

They took our homes

they took our food

they took our wives

and we couldn’t stop it.

The dominant being

consumed what it pleased

and didn’t give a fuck.

It’s what we would do

if the Aliens never came.

They, we seemed to forget

that we

took the first shot.

that we shot first.

I’d give everything

just so I could trust you.

Have you met

my heart

in your hands

for the thirtieth time.

If this is living

I’ve never

been more alive.

Downed the wildest bottle

filled of tonight’s wonder.

Singing the greatest song

my ears have ever heard.

I’ll be your everything, it’s

now or later she said. I

believe every word that

comes from her lips. You

your rhythm your going

to be my everything.

The loss crawls over me

like the hand of the reaper,,

he comes for me. Slips into

my dreams, night terror,

monster under my bed

Mike Wazowski

took the night off.

The next day’s morning

glare wards off the sickly beast.

Left under the horizon

they’ll stay, forgotten

in the success of the

next.

Wine and dined

on the surface

it’s ready,

Hold with care

we’ve done this before

lean and be steady.

She sang this rhyme

and I remember it today,

for it’s the anniversary

of the day she went gray.

Now we gander on the 

meaning of this madness,

Alone and cold but loved

we too can be full of gladness.