Little did you know i’d walk out the door turn left and head to the department store of dreams and deeds one day they’ll die yet let the innocence of my decision disturb my time to place a nickel in the box and say goodbye its those songs i sing while slinging a sock against the trees that whisper for me and tucking you in is a nightly fee i absolve all that once was right too tight this pressure weighs on me and i can’t let it go the beauty of afternoon and the heat and glow gobbling up our hearts and wanting another show i can’t i can’t continue to play i must go home and leave it at bay safety in numbers is what they say a donut hole expression and plastered pay, just walk, go get out leave me the one holding our couch it’ll fall i’ll be fine and yesterday will knock.

August 7, 2017

You don’t have to keep fighting

we want equality though it has to look and taste like this hold on or grab a belt another round of assemblies are coming our way, can I join? where do i fit in these size 32 skinny jeans with shoes too big and a blousy shirt let me run to you in the summer when I can sneer at the other kids topless and full of dirt wishing we could touch base on common ground instead of sliding head first wondering if I were tagged and now you’re it, the one with the crown so let me be and you can sit alone on your throne picking the last bit of fat off a passed around bone the one that once helped us move to another place, seeds were planted and we lost our pace. standing still and sulking wishing we were over there.

You have to keep fighting.

August 6, 2017

i left it up to you when the spring came and fingers were blame the time to get your shrew was all the same a number line of hurt
i’m lost staring up waiting for classes to change wondering if I could rearrange structures crafted by control freaks creating control and want to continually capture little children’s imagination in an effort to rearrange free thought with more number lines an intrusion on our growth shuffled into believing spray paint on a wall is revolution it starts somewhere and who am i sitting fancy free suckling off the teat I bite something in there about chewing hands in ecstasy while ripping the food from drudgery and writing reports to snag your sinking soul

August 3, 2017

a continual connecting and fraying
all the while stitching a tapestry of growth finger tips fatigued and rejuvenated a duality that rests on the heightened anxiety of adventure when we sway as the swing pushing children’s feet and dream of them swimming in the deep holding tight and dipping, water wing freedom and diving into unknown lily pad laden lakes with no contest to keep

June 15, 2017

Doesn’t matter which way
stopped by the latest plan and thought it was time to deliver something different to the lost lies of lovers lips i once gently tipped off to the sins his touch was a fuse that you wished he could pass to another person or friend and would they stay while we thought we thought and thought too much the cudd pried out of my lip i’m not done yet let me spit and remain content to stand in the pasture of life without being replaced at the hands of a blunt knife like singers i admire and times i aspire to stay in the drawer and pull them up to the top stair shoved down in need of repair or maybe your stare which couldn’t even hold the candle for blown out dreams of children’s screams muffled by the silencer at the end of everything. jump ropes strangle hold i have ten reasons i was told and you hold 13 out of fear. i get the desire.