Purchasing Power

feels like a sweater

but lighter, like lace.

Satin-on-silk luxury wrapped 

around my shoulders

and so much blue.

Comfortable, lavish indulgence

I’ve earned.

Misunderstanding

It’s time to expect her home, 

though I am empty inside.

And sympathy is a balm

you smeared across my pride.

I am not like you.

We will never be the same.

You got to hold them, 

and I never knew their names.

Adult Saturday

I’m carrying a bag of bricks

that I forgot to set down last night.

I dropped it on my toes today,

drinking coffee at first light.

Next week

I’ll repeat

discovery

and recovery.

I Certainly Do

Sometimes the walls, slick and steep,

act as comfort, react, or keep

the darkness sucking like a leech.

Splash a little bit of peach

color on my cheeks.

And if I seem meek

from the weight of a breach

blame it on my short reach.

I am sorry

that I didn’t come to bed tonight,

you were excited.

I was reluctant 

for reasons sparkling in the light

of day.

You wanted an experience

with me, and I

made you wait.

Comfort bred effortlessly serious,

neglect. 

We are where we crash landed.

A journey forced

through solitude.

Venom drips from an iron, branded

and burned. 

Intense

thick air

stomach deep

roller coaster plunge

gravitational shift in perception

punctuated 

piercing

prattling

staccato like an obligatory opera

with no exits

and I trapped

everyone

Isolation or Love Letter To The Universe

How much do you

think

is left to tear apart?

Who told you that

the

volume in my heart 

handles

scandals

like desolation?