Tried turning it off,
Closing the door and running;
It is always on
Day: February 18, 2020
hello there
It’s always nice to hear your voice
Catch up like we’ve known each other forever
Only having been close enough to touch
In midsummer night’s dream
Tempting fate and taunting providence
A Rhodes Scholar on a mission from mars
What impossible journey is this?
The study of passion
Still stretching my wings
radar love
Itchy fingers tap,
Clicking keys, unlocking thought;
Something’s happening.
dark horse
“It’s getting late,” she said bleary eyed.
A lone ringlet fell over her eyes.
He brushed it back gently, curling it over her ear.
“I know,” he replied,
repeating, “I know.”
gato faldero
Upon my lap – cat,
Has curled to gather the warmth;
Preventing movement.
appropriations
I stare up in wonder at the footprints on the ceiling
Asking myself how they got there
As if the view could be more peaceful from
That perspective.
I cannot separate fantasy from reality
Not today anyway perhaps
Tomorrow after three it will be accepted
Everywhere you want to be
As
The two concepts are intertwined so fervently
That I forget how deep the roots go
Digging deeper under the surface
Dirt under my fingernails
Just blood, sweat, and tears
underneath a moonless morning.
arriving to silence
It’s quiet. Too quiet
The eye of the storm o’er horizon
I can feel it
Like a lead blanket
Weighted with feathers
The hope of soft landing
