Exit Plan

We should stop talking
Because then we'll end up dancing
Falling asleep in each other's arms
Wondering where the time went

Or maybe I'll wake up
Get real, understand the issues
Realize what went right
And what fell apart in the end

Can I help you with a problem
that you don't seem to have?
Can I ask for the truth
or do I have to find it myself?

Spikes through my head
Anger pulsing through my veins

Destruction holds me up
and I've got no exit plan

Self-Portrait as Dust

Particles I am partial to.
Once they land are they a pile,
desperate for attention?
an eyesore responsible for a sudden stop in channel surfing?
They are their own boundaries, light and dark.
The hill or valley. A Rubin Vase
But is it rightfully so to call it an entity
or the byproduct of a bigger wheel? Like
Condensation on a soda can,
Do they add Personality?
Or are they to be Eradicated?
Erosion is beautiful but dust is the key.

Self-Portrait as Light

Wave hello, goodbye
Goodnight, I disappear. Locked
Away or banished. Fallen
Aside or driven. Far away
Or into the walls. Light
like gazelle racing into the
darkness of some unknown well.
There sits water. A prism or prison?
Once rain now a reflecting pool where I
Call Home.


(Writing Workshop)

Ohio

Solid Mood
Destruction
Emerald falling down
Suspended above my sense of belief

It's not as simple as that
Three notes hanging vertically
Holding on to the bar
Their twins at their sides

"Please help me"
Is that what I mean?
or is that what I say?
Is it my personality
or my selfish lack of courage?

-

I thought I heard you knocking at my door
But you were no where to be seen
Are you at the library studying the folklore
To figure out how it ought to be?

There was a whisper asking me to follow through
But there was no where for me to go
The trail is lost; did I forget or just not care?
Here's to another comrade gone solo

Hey there Gorgeous,
It's been a while since I forgot about you
Five birthdays speeding by
Memories coming to collide

That same slick smile is pasted on your face

Throw a flower down the barrel
The Brunette couldn't care less
No more stains, make her sterile
What's there to get? This mess?

You and those silk girls never look out of place

I'm not a stalker
Just a quick talker
The cop's daughter
Don't even bother

Getting us where?
Nowhere.

My Life as a Frog

What a rapscallion who teases me
The food, it bores me beyond all belief
What a silly infatuation, flies
They bring me to a feral state of mind
Once they usurp my thoughts I lose my woe
This incandescent love pulls me closer
My hunger is a paragon of life
So juxtapose this color with the white
The dichotomy of flies and bleached bones
Oh well, my cadence means it's time to grow