Poetry · Writing

1-800-555-2457

the static channel is louder today,

the musty recliner sinks deeper,

a socked foot blocks the left most side of the hushing screen,

the channel changes the static turns to picture

of a woman

selling pans

her golden curled hair flowed as she walked back and forth

just under was the number 18005552457

stainless steel and a non stick surface for a premium cooking experience

for three payments of 19.99 you can have this pan today

but if you act fast you can-

the static channel claimed her back into a loud shh,

the toe dissapears from the screen

a dial tone matches the static.

Poetry · Writing

Leon

a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

final exam

i failed you

an exam i missed

to hide away

to blow these streets

leavin’ our sheets

retail feats

knock me off my feet

fallin’

failin’.

your eyes are subtle reminders

that these ties were never crossed

left on eye level finders

and lossed-

one day i will forgive myself

just not on this calendar

circle a time

when the clocks hands are down

when i can see my own eyes

in your reflection

Poetry · Writing

out for the count

fight about me

i’ll sit ring side

run play by play

get mine

while you lose yours,

didn’t wanna be the one

but i’m the one

an it stressin’ you out

want me to take you out

tell me i’m the one

an you hate it-

only stay one night

three nights later we’ve seen

every episode of full house

who’s dreamin’

delivery every night

don’t wanna leave this bed

an you hate it