It’s my favorite sound

the ‘tink’ of two glasses

cheering in the New Year.

The ‘tink’ of a third

echo of a rim shot

a block away.

I hear it in my dreams

when it’s another’s

nightmare.

Following the blind

and encouraging

the lost

to tighten your helmet

one notch tighter.

Seductive sharpened touch

on cold unreceptive skin.

The hounds holler

with each increasing step.

He walked with less vigor

each second

threatened a dramatic run down.

He carried a piece of me

with no timely future.

Eyes fixated

the hounds echo

their brothers join

and I’ll wait.

The crown of the night

is the touch of your fingers.

The shapeless faces

saw the face on an angel.

The redden ears

raised on a succulent alto.

I felt the grace of your

attention

across thee chilling cheek.

Ocean watching,

is fucking boring.

Humans come in go

some touch most lay around,

people watch.

Watching,

waiting to see if anyone else

will be the first.

Can see a few trying

and the ocean spitting

them back into the sand.

I’ve watched long enough,

I will make my own waves.

Believe what you will

she can ask for a mans heart

and he’d give it.

Rip it out his chest

and present it

with a bow.

She’s the collector

I call her the predator

now I’m the prey.

Heat vision and clicking

replaces my shadow

and I’d rather deal

with the devil.

Betrayal of a knife

on a switch of a light. 

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.