I am no one’s perfect day.
No ones idea of a perfect person.
But what I can be is a man striving, struggling to that point of ache
of nearly perfect that settles in
like a dull pain and promises a hint
of perhaps
perhaps tomorrow.
Poems
Indescribable weight
I can feel it coming
A formless tide
Grinding past defenses grown weak
Burned up by stress and hope
Beautiful Sky serves only as counterpoint
A reminder that others feel joy
and here I am
Broken and breaking
Unintentional consequences
I talk in walls of text
in missives sent when my mind tries to make order from chaos
when this energy bubbles up inside of me
looking for a way out
I talk in walls of text
trying to make my ideas plain
but in so doing
make them complicated
Some demands are no burden
No kiss
no touch
no look
longing for one minute of intimacy
None of it is worth a damn
Without the minutes
the hours
the days
Of honesty
Of connection
Of smiles seen and unseen
Without
Antici…….
……..
……..
Pation
Three of the same thing
Two truths and a lie
I’ll believe all three
I’ve lost
whatever ability I had
to discern fact
Two truths and a lie
Just fill me
I’m lost in the dreams
I lack
Two truths and a lie
It all runs together
There’s no truth
That will bring me back
No lie that will hold me
As promised
Forever
A voice speaks but I can’t make out the words
She flows home, a night wind gathering strength
Addicted to the words of a stranger on the wind
Dragon roads and fang
Silence bangs abrupt
Feeling like I’ve been in this moment
Waiting again
For all hopes to end
Last silence
Before the fall
Stage lights
Our pasts are glittering stages filled with blood and shadows, bright lights Illuminating the lowlights and the high
Pretty as you were
An allure most sweet
It’s who you are now
Who drives my mind to flight
Without form
Sleep in the pounding disconnect
Floating without tether
Nausea
And tears
Last minutes
before…
Sound unheard wake fury
Give me this time
To explain with a rhyme
The sound building
Unseen
Breaking through
Hopeless before the onslaught
Calm inaction
I wait
I wait on porches
I wait in dreams
I wait where hope may bloom again
I wait
It’s the hardest choice to make
