certainties

Some thoughts are not meant to be remembered. a small epiphany that got lost somewhere behind all the things that need to get done, and all the faces that come your way.

timezone

the sun may rise a little earlier for you than for me,
but it still finds my window just the same.

we all move at different speeds,
you're already there-
i'll get there eventually.

Revolve

every moment, déjà vu. the way the colors run have me believing that the carousel never really ends, never stops beginning. we're always in transit, in transition, how many times I've been around I'm not sure. At least once, at least this one. when its over we'll get in line and wait quietly, patiently for our turn to reascend, as the attendant punches our tickets for another round.

Where we are?

Numb, numb, numb. The routine. The smiles, the coffee that gets us through the day. Our dreams on hold. Waiting to take shape. Have you ever had to wait forever for something? Imagine it. Knowing that it would come at the end of forever. Someday, someday we will be the people we always wanted to be. Tomorrow brings hope. Tomorrow filled with idealism. But when we wake, the truth shows, for miles and miles. Stuck in the same spot as yesterday. Maybe tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Tiny Little Seams

the forgotten corners of your feet. those little calloused ridges. where the bottom of your pinkie toes rise abruptly, sharply, forming distinct lines that run the length of your baby digits.

That's where they sewed you up on your first day. oh no, not the doctor. not the day you were born. but the Maker. before you were even a possibility in the minds of man he sat forming you. casually, with one eye closed to help focus his perspective. his pipe puffing perfect little circles into that brisk autumn air.

a little courage, a bit of cowardice. some faith, some fate. happiness and sorrow. family and friends. truth and lies. and everything else that has filled all the moments of your life, all the way through to the end, before it even began.

and stitch by stitch you were sealed, your soul filling every ounce, personality resonating. waiting for the day where you opened your eyes to see, your ears to hear, your mouth to speak miracles back into the world that made you.

that day when you were finally finished, perfect in your imperfections, the skin melded. you were taken away to be a form, every inch of who you were meant to be, all the way down to those barely noticeable creases on the edges of your feet.

Unnoticed

its the first straw. that first tiny little fracture that's ignored.
but they add up. they expand.
and soon you and I are California falling into the pacific.

2nd hand sorrow

That kid with his heart on his sleeve. Something's not quite right. make him put that bleeding thing away. doesn't he know no one wants to see that? get him out of here. we don't need his troubles lingering in the air.

The Dampening Affect

Steps are silenced by the fall. Voices hushed. Lies and truth bear the same resemblance in the flurries. I forget who I am, where I am going. I forget my hunger, my fatigue. The quiet tells me that even time has stopped to listen, to wait, to wonder why we carry on the way we do.

Percocet Baby

A mouthful of pearly white pills smile back at me. The flow moves down warm ateries, up icy veins. She powders her nose with Bolivian snow. A greyed, opaque circus swirls behind brown eyes, glazed and swimming. Novacaine lines the wan cheeks, colors run south to hide. Chests rise to in the sweet air, lungs release exhaust, industrial factories burning deep in a knotted stomach. Vessels bulge desperately. High ways rise and fall, spreading to tips, filling crystallized finger and toenails. Time slows, gravity pulls. Chairs come out to play, dreaming of being baseball mits, catching numb jumpers, fallers. A orange mold of her body, slowly fills the prescription transparent skin unable to hide the truth.

Heart Your Cross

Out in the pacific. In Flander's fields. The beaches of Normandy. Bull Run.
Where they fell, and where they lie, miles apart.
where they rest and where they live, so close. so close.

Up in the Air

I wonder about so many things.
I wonder about you, miles up. I know i'm barely visible anymore.
I wonder if you're in the window seat, looking out on me. The terminal is fading
to big green and brown squares of land. Changing into sequences of lights and colors.
But that too is lost to the sun's radiance and the big pillows hugging the turbines and the pale blue ocean you are swimming in.

Thoughts meld at the edges. Memories overlapoverlap. I wonder if all you see is an inhabited world. I hope you remember I'm down here.

I hope that pilot knows what he's doing.
That iron bird has the only thing I ever really wanted.
I wonder if it knows that.