Hey, Buddy

come sit with me, Buddy

Never thought I’d say this, Buddy

I don’t feel so lonely, Buddy.

I’ve seen the door.

The secrets on the other side

remain the mystery

or the answers

to the questions

deconstruction

maybe more important

creation.

I’ve seen the door.

Permission denied

I’ll try the bell

and knock twice

but the time isn’t right.

Permitted to poison

twice a day

and the antidote

is on the other side.

Falling

crashing

all before one period.

Survived and limped

away watching the burning

The flames used to tickle

the cheek

now scars and

follows

before the falling,

standing on the same

Earth was precious

now only flames

wondering if the Earth

can conquer

the most horrid

creation.

Cold shiver

cries of the fallen

dents and tears

on icy steel.

Scratches of where

you’ve been

and who tried

to come close.

Steel is clean

small initials

a faint hint

someone tried

but fell short.

Changed on a second

that was counted twice.

The statue

a long our toes

the stone eyes

blank without pause

focused.

Mute and bleak

king rest in an open grave

to pay respects

for silence

was thee request.

 

See it to the end.

A sweet sentiment

I’ll carry it with me

as I row away.

Can’t think of a title

a name

for a baby

who called

on his twentieth birthday

tattoos and whiskey

wondering

if I’d come back.

If only he knew

I’d never left

 

Standing to forget where

we were

won’t fell us

where to go

Trying to not be cynical

is hard on days like today.

Surrounded by four feet

of chocolate

and six dozen roses,

what do I do with this?

Everything is not

corporate America.

I chant this like

go de-fense.

Chips away

like an ice sculptor,

one day it will be

chip free.