slides and all
up and down
down and up
lines (weren’t none)
up and down
round and round
down and through
the hole of the toilet bowl
up and down
back and again
scream for joy
like a little boy
slides and all
up and down
water round

when you shake after
a cold gang green
agent orange driven
frost bitten day of
joy in a rice paddy marsh
up to your neck
with your gun over your head
knowing whats coming
but avoiding the
cancer filled lungs
following days after
work like this?

we dont get paid enough

times like these
lacking comfort
given up for adventure
standing up while riding
with the wind in your face
passing the crowd by
street lights aglow
parties but you dont partake
food and friends
thanksgiving
so worth the sacrifice

its night and so
in a bit we’ll go
to places we
would never see
without dreams of
the things we love
the hopes we live
and things we give

its night and so
in a bit we’ll go
to places we
tonight will see
in dreams of blue
with me
with you

its night and so
to dreams i go

swank
‘fusion,’ he says
taste’s exactly like it shouldn’t
vomit

change clothes thrice
share about impact
pan over-fried sole fish

dreams and realities
in a big puzzle
serving as one piece can seem mundane
until the puzzle is assembled
that one little hole must be filled

soft – like carpet you can lay on
delectable – like a fresh glazed cake donut
exciting – like week one of football season
soothing – like a shower with the right water pressure
clean – like bare feet you don’t have to wipe off to come inside
diverse – like “smothered burrito or cajun mahi mahi?”
comfortable – like your own car with your own loud music
relaxing – like sunday driving
bright – like needing sunglasses after the snow
clear – like crisp air turning mist after a snow
pretty – like an afternoon walk around the lake
roomy – like the width of the isles at the grocery store
spicy – like the mustard on your beer brats
better – like america

upon discovering thread count
i re-evaluated my life
shortly thereafter
my wardrobe followed

here is some honey to eat eh.
but what a-boat your weight eh?
     holy crap there’s a bee!
     er, way more than one bee!
do we stay and get fat or get goin’ eh?

lips tumbling poorly pronouncing
enunciated misunderstandings
cold buttons on warm clothes
earmuffs, attached stocking caps
misguided misdirected hopes dreams
fears leaving exploring hills in acid rain
lost going east thinking north losing road after wet road
no meetings thinking meetings
braggart strengthened hands
rubbing constricted bent bone bound muscle
loosening tension built alcohol released words
sputtered onto digital page
poured through finger pushed buttons
dumped, vomited whilst awe filled world
holds wordless breaths back
again our lips failing falling slipping slurping

seeking clarity

withered dreams revived
soft skin against silken sheets
nail on chalkboard breaks