Thursday, February 20, 2025

game

to be so drawn to the lights
at the mouth of the liquor store

a cat watching a man dig holes
in his front yard

every day is a lifetime
every day is a lifetime

i always need my body 
to tell my mind what to do 

wondering about
what font you slept in

reaching for the chain on the bulb
in the closet

letting go of my mind 
like a balloon on a string

the game is orbiting some glimmer
the game is finding/protecting the glimmer

watch till you can't see it
read till your eyes won't stay open

Thursday, January 30, 2025

still


ambient fear driving west across town
quiet streets traffic lights changing above me
stoic, omnipotent 
primary & secondary colored
ideas I can't reach

sensitivity a stone in my pocket
rolodex of every radio station
drafting a missive 
solely from strung together
phrases found on clothing tags

tip of my tongue how
a mourning dove's song
always means both
deep empty
and big possible

words words words
words tripping 
on the silver edges of time