The thrill of the hunt bites

the heart and never lets go. Bleed

down the forest and disrupt

tranquility. Bundle of roses for the beauty

and a bow for the hunter. Two breathes

before onyx eyes and the 60’s forest dissolves

on your tongue and your shaky palms dive

into your own life festering on the rooted earth-

you’ll see the great adventure.

 

We’ve been here before. The same

culdesac were your grandparents lived.

We held hands at there funerals and sang

Tiny Dancer. It was their song. Now its our

song. Whisper into my ear that you’ll hold me

closer. Dance on the pavement and count the head-

lights on highway. I’ll be your Tiny dancer and will live

here

at

your

grand-

parents

home until the lights go out.

I’ve hugged the ocean before.

Being swept away into the unknown

bearing nothing but the bear minimum.

I brought a camera.

No one knows what you look like

under your big blues

beating lashes under fore waves before beating hearts.

I caught you smiling:

have it wash on a shore

in between the sand

me and blue smiling back

to you.

I see you. Floating

above in baby blue

fresh to the world

blue collar.

Dirt underneath your fingernails

for the first time

blue paint scratched into your hard hat,

hard head.

I see you, baby hands,

soft hands

no more.

 

 

IF you thought about someone all day,

would you tell them?

Sweat dripped marathon

on crushed peanuts and

warm beer.

Would you tell them?

Make them lift into the sky

pumping smoke out of their

chest to create white clouds.

If you thought about someone all day,

would you tell them?

Your all I’ve ever wanted

now and back then.

My mama said I should

write you letters.

We never spoke the same

never speaking.

My mama said I should

write love letters.

I’ll write them now-

babe it’s too late.

She has a kid and

a nice guy.

I’ll write them now-

for me.

Blind minds find

shelter

under criticism. Critical

mass solution to blind peers paired

pairing hope and loss.

It wasn’t supposed to blow. Row slow-

ly down towards the solution. Black

sea ~tainted ~drowning

past pairs peeling away

 

until you reach the end.

A greeting sign that reads

“Free yourself”

I can’t remember when it happened.

When I became obliviously​ cold to the warmth around. When emotion

was an option. I use to be human.

Feeling the air between each strand of hair across my scalp like a childhood memory, it’s unclear.

I can’t remember when it happened.

Bless your soul

your weary tears have traveled

a great distance.

A great feet, no matter how tragic.

The marathon runner they called it.

Shouting from cracked windows

down at busy streets

“You can’t do this”.

Your weary tears have

traveled a great distance

and they’re in the final lap.

Make time.

Craft it in your own two hands.

Be the two hands swaying around in a circle of numbers curing the human of life.

Create time.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock