carrying two pounds

of nothing.

swirling tightness clenching

the reason

choking

stealing

the life

of an angry child.

sit tight

will be here for a while

since we

we never learn

 

fit to fit in

is a privilege

noticed the door closed.

eyes dripping to the toes

nails melt around the knob

knees kiss the earth

trial of a turn.

fumbled away

the keys

the doorway

or a way back.

chasing a dream

a dream I had once

a dream of something

normal. The old normal.

A culdesac barbecue block party

with a domestic drink

and a domestic life.

This is different.

The smell of a culdesac

turns me vegan.

tops of children’s

just the blades

marched on towards the sun.

Messanger let them pass

let them pass

not an oar on their canoe.

perfect home

quiet

the end of the day

a cold one

and a beer.

Forsake the spire

look below

for guidance.

Sink

sink low

just a little

lower

and

you’ll find me

“Have a little faith”

I hear it and hear it

yet here I am

stranded

waiting for a check to

bounce.

a dream I’ve never had.

Tribute to the last morning

I will delete your contact later.