How do you loose something that wasn’t grasped to begin with?
A veritable life in the hands
A half mile down the street
In clips and phrases.
No Joe, don’t go running off with that.
Bring it here.
Jimmy, quit being a bad influence; all upside down and backwards like
Strumming that tune on his six string
I used to play along
Now I just drape my legs over the edge
And watch the cars go by.
Kneeling, head bowed; tempest winds howling
The abysmal stare piercing
I gathered what little strength was left
Struck out with my hand
And plucked out its eye.
Delivered it, gift wrapped in silk
To a warrior
Whom you may never know by heart
And woe to those
Who cross the warpath.
Cutting through, holding back the river
The weight of it all is waiting to shine through.
A squirrel perched, opens its arms – allowing for a movement
With the focus of free form flight.
Wouldn’t it be nice to trust our own judgement
Basking in the glory
Of the single beam on repeat
Skipping over that last part
Saw how you jumped ten feet
Saw how you talked the talk
conversing with yourself
Getting that there answer
in the form of a question unasked.
Coming in to play, ripping out the signs
that only pointed in one direction.
I gave it my all, as was the command; still though
It wasn’t enough to pay the fare.
Good thing I know my way around
through the back doors and entrances,
Cordoned off from the rest
Behind the green glass door.
Eating the rude,
Dismissing the overarching goal;
An apple falls, rolls underfoot.
Consumption, Judgement, Assumption
“You’ll never get there.” He says, matter-of-fact like.
I just smile and nod, watching the weather change.
This place has changed hands several times; this round, it’s another coffee shop.
We travel through the city, picking out landmarks to film.
The glasses were free, it was the drink you paid for.
Caught on candid camera; the entire archives getting merged over to a new platform system with little to no preparation. It failed miserably and had to be completely redone. Every drink was made to order, every order was out of sync, every sync was dirty – they merged. They merged.
A new craze hitting the town, now permeating into the dreamland; bubbling. That’s what they called it there anyhow. It was the sum total of all the things. They had unlocked the combination.
The empty pleas