2 Sides

First kiss framed in golden

strands of youth

as we drifted

gently over the horizon,

one spring night. 

First love fluttering

butterflies

as we touched.

Unparalleled sensation

in each twilight

with you.

Where to

now that we are here,

in the same place each year?

Filled with our fears. 

Filled with our tears. 

What should we do? 

Bakers Dozen

Bake me a dozen buns

and throw in the extra

for a price so steep,

the broken oven

takes a flying leap. 

Chase me toward webs

spun from pity-rubbed salt.

Cut me free with a knife

poisoned by fault.

And guilt, thick.

Pervasive. Sick.

A weight. A cloak.

Hope bespoke,

but I can’t catch smoke. 

Blood and Skin

We all bleed the same color
and see out of the same eyes.
Our noses smell the same way,
and we all hear the same lies.

But our choices are not the same.
Our voices are not the same.

Our chances are not the same.
Our stances are not the same.

Our paths were lit by different lights;
our dreams shaped different nights.

Can we trade shoes?
Who will refuse?
Charity or perspective,
what’s your collective?

Do you see
between we
you versus me?

Taste

I stretched every distended piece of myself
trying to reach the sun.

Unthinkable fantasy,
thirsting to drink you.

I'm an alcoholic
who has never savored bourbon.

Fill my mouth,
and burn all the way down.

Happy New Year

Peculiar how one day
is supposed to wash away,

start anew,
cause review.

Amidst the search,
look at them perch!
They wait.

Celebrate!

The clock in its finest hour
doggedly marching toward power.
Without changing,

rearranging
soldiers in a line,
forever bound to time.

Stalker

Singing through creaks,
skulking through crooks,
sneaking through cracks.

Even in silence
you can't stay still.

Positively Dull

Cotton ball parade
trending shades of gray.

Softy lit
gently wet
fashion show in May.