How long does it take to change?
A second
A minute
An hour
A day
A week
Two weeks
A month
Or six?
A year
A decade
A year
Or six
A month
Two weeks
A week
A day
An hour
A minute?
A second.
It takes as much time as it does to stay put,
more or less.
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the scenic route!
People always look confused when they ask what I am doing. So I look confused back, smiling, and say, I’m taking the scenic route!
People are more like their God than they think, always looking down at everyone else, wondering what it’s like to live.
I’ll pray for you, they say sometimes. Creation is a messy thing. What’s the difference between prayer and prey?
For now, I guess I’ll be their prey to tell the difference. And when my time comes, confused I will not look, knowing I’ve seen the light.
A light which does not shine but rather illuminates the lonesome weathered Rockies, or Cutlers bountiful Coast, and all those miles of wheat fields traveled upon a harvest moon.
Phases of the moon
The sun is up again
as if to say,
I told you so dummy!
It is I, not the moon
whom shines its rays.
And wouldn’t you know
the moon stood still,
I’ll tell you a secret,
he said. We work best
together, my phases and all
are just too much for her
sometimes. So I’ve settled
for shadow puppets. Look!
Our love it is there,
on the dark side.
a deer in headlights
Some days
staring into space
is all
a boy can do.
Like a deer in headlights
an accident waiting to happen.
Others
the act
is a blinding
waste of time.
The difference is clear as night.
It can go either way.
Daylight Savings Time
I wake up
to find
that time
has taken
yet another hour
and flushed it down
the toilet bowl
of my soiled mind.
They call it
Daylight Savings Time.
But I wonder
if I
could take back
that erased hour
and place it in my pocket,
with all the other shit
I’ve saved — little secrets
I’m unwilling to admit.
Could they work together
to create, a fiction
to explain
your love, my love, our love(s) erased,
replaced in picture frame.
And throw them up, unrecognized
into the evening sky.
Where there is loss, there too is light
like Daylight Savings Time.
you need you
Nobody
needs you
as much as
you need you.
It’s
taken me
a long while
to figure
this one out.
My friend,
I can not help
you any more
other than to say,
get out
from under
that rock,
and trust yourself again.
blister in the sun
My eyes burn from
staring at screens all day.
What I would give
to blister in the sun,
with you, once more
14,000 feet high
above where passenger are allowed to turn back on their devices
above where planes fly.
We were swallowed by the sun
14,000 feet high, no reason
to be anything more than together,
maybe you can help me finish this one
with heads in the cloud, maybe it’s time.
this peace I have written
I can’t wait
to edit
this peace
I have written
with faith
that I’ll right
you somewhere
in between,
where my poetry
and prose
never quite could
be as honest
as our fiction,
as honest
as our dreams.
There is so much greatness to be had.
There is so much
greatness to be had.
When did you forget that?
My son, if I told you this
would you listen?
I think not, because I didn’t.
So I will wait for you
to figure it out
the only way you know how.
And it’s there
that you will remember
what life was like
before you chose to walk away.
Ah! I’m home again.
I can’t lie.
I love the way
you make me feel
meaningless,
like an orphan left
on the doorstep
of
the worlds welcome mat —
Ah! I’m home again.
Words Of An Average White Male 