Absence makes the heart grow fond
or some shit.
But there is a point of diminishing returns
somewhere between day eight
and mile 600
and then the routine readjusts
and then they start to slip away
and then they’re gone.

Statistically, though, there are outliers.
and I think you may be just that.
Not your hair though.
You can leave that shit in Dodge.

the hype, i fear, is becoming nearly anticlimactic
as the waiting builds to crescendo never coming
but then,
when the peak is never reached
you never head back down.

A smile found
my face, finally,
after they left and it
all passed.

I am home, now, alone
in my quiet kitchen illuminated
by nothing but windows.
All is calm if only
for a minute
and I am contently
discontented.

O sweet Mother-Child,
a barking siren to us all,
you may bring me the most
of any- who else
might make me equally
enraged and sorrowful? I
grovel at your feet
to know.

For now no one may
tear me from my solitude
as I anxiously await the next
storm.

any given flight around the world
begins and ends with misery/anticipation
as you say goodbyes (even if temporarily)
and uproot yourself 13 time zones.

the food/comfort gets you there
the friends/work gets you back
diarrhea is my only loyal companion

And his soul was cut out
and stretched across a table
and with pins, it was held open
while a big black sharpie
was taken to it, corner to corner
then once again
so an X was clearly visible
as if it were a tree to be cut down
Then it was left out in the open
in the sun to dry
and the carrion birds picked at it
and after a week
there was nothing left
but tatters.