a leaf falls
perpendicular
like lines on a
drafting board,
and the cute one
belong to another
forgotten relic
passed downstream
towards the role
and the expected
behaviors.
Prolonged Feelings
curiously we abandon
our nocturnal habits
like caged animals
muted and deaf;
we ride long boats
to the shore,
tireless in our efforts
to restrict,
to be free again,
to manipulate our
self-fulfilling prophesies,
prolonged feelings
disguised in a tempest
of contradictions
and night maneuvers
bourn into the
right circumstances,
the right situation,
analyzing our frequencies
by irregular disruptions.
Carelessly Thinking
in the middle of the street
we stand amidst traffic,
daring the motorcar
without caps
without fancy clothes
and the roaring crowds;
only noises of the road
scamper past our spot,
our private location,
and the charging vehicles
measures our distance,
our predictable foolish behavior,
our carelessly intertwined thoughts,
shall we despair?
glances registered with the
boards of health,
the departments of
social services
finally fall prey to our mental health
or home health as it were...
and our disciples move away as
we persist to play roulette
with the passing motorcars.
A Survival Kit
left in a wilderness of forgotten dreams,
like a preamble of uncertainty,
we train ourselves to witness each other's
salvation and presupposed courage as
our lives run parallel courses and
our our doorsteps -- under the doormat --
a key...
the rain falls undisturbed...
unprovoked... relentless...
a deluge of thoughts on our lives,
and the key rusts a little
more with each passing winter;
our lives re-adjust like re-tooled machines
while our warranties replace only parts
like a no frills survival kit... a box of band aid
like fixes with more questions than answers;
vicariously we live in our wilderness of dreams
with uncertainties lining the entrance
where the creeping ivy used to grow in
our house of usher appearance...
our domain hidden from the neighbors
and in desperation from each other.
the problems live on
continue and we escape
into mutual liabilities,
strengthened by our losses
regrouped around habits
of routine and a simple
natural course of action;
not delayed out of emotions
but rearranged in a not
cooperative understanding.
Caring Survived
in the hours of the morning light,
I awake... exchanging my thoughts
with my delayed imaginations;
your memories drift down
make believe currents on the
rivers of my consciousness;
I hold your day dreams close as
they become blurred visions of sins
and wonder if our caring
moored to a sinking pier, can survive
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