Poetry · Writing

regis tower

we took the elevator to the top floor

sunny day, we came to play, in my arms till we’re all gray.

wondering how we got this high

in the middle of july

you beautiful monarch butterfly-

and than you were gone.

flew away too a city not far away.

i can’t cross that border

elevator out of order;

floor 99 these stairs are loud

95 the people form a crowd

92 i can’t remember how i got here

84 maybe i should just disappear

why the fuck is the elevator out of order

is this my disorder?

62 i wonder if the people that wrote Dexter realized it was bad

58 mj’s greatest hits and we start bad

i can hear the rain outside

droplets searing like cyanide

44 chest beating like a drum

than why do i feel so numb.

52 i can hear the sound of your voice

pretend that my words are from joyce

sit around sing clap an rejoice

66 here is good- i like here,

safe from the rain and the sun

nothing can touch me today

just the eye of a seer

when all is said and done

i don’t want to block the walkway

Poetry · Writing

return

just waiting

by an ajar window,

listening to the flute player two floors up,

for a sign.

now;

it’s been two weeks

and the flute player is gone

window is closed and i found my lost muse.

friendship level one oh two

keeping the battle going

from an open window

thinking about that flute player and their return.

Poetry · Writing

trey

two months ago

they threw us in cages

locked away the key

hidden under

under

nothing, floating concepts

thin layer of blue fabric

and six feet apart.

two months ago

we had to re learn

what was important

how to live

self sufficiently