sitting

•January 14, 2009 • 2 Comments

As the steam rises in long tendril curls I cool it with my breath.
The smell of spiced comforts and soothes
I close my eyes and for a brief moment I am not here
Sitting awkwardly in a lumpy chair in the café
Surround by bag of shopping carelessly dropped in mounded piles
Sitting is great, I really don’t know if I ever fully appreciated it.
Its like I forgot all about it and then found it again,
And I love it
I suppose I don’t sit nearly enough, I usually don’t have time,
Because there is always things to do and sitting just don’t fit in to my agenda.
But here I am sitting anyways.

Not your Girl

•December 17, 2008 • 1 Comment

She’s beautiful in the dress
Her last smile of high school on her lips
Out across the room
They look.
Long smooth stares to imprint the moment
to remember
Eyes the see her don’t know what to do
crazy for her and what she can do
Now it’s gone daddy
gone to mother
No longer to wait and follow demands and commands ,
no leash gripping tight to her neck
and heeds to no beck and call.
And they can tell by the way she walks
And they all see by the way she talks,
No more playing by the rules
Gone daddy gone,
Little princess bout to get wild
She is no longer your beloved child.

The Free Way

•December 17, 2008 • 1 Comment

Rolling down the free way
the wind brushed my face through the open windows
eyes looking out
newspapers, sobe bottles, chip bags, coke my feet
I don’t mind
I am all smiles.
Thoughts linger on the road
but the are all swept away by the wind and fade in to the asphalt.
The way to there is full of simple promise
traveling does not demand.
It lays itself flat suggesting the possibilities of the world
and lets me run to meet them

Bliss

•December 17, 2008 • 1 Comment

Blisters mean bliss
And that sticky salt feeling I get running my fingers through my hair makes me smile
A smile that starts at the base of my rib cage
And rises
Just like white cloth, lifting with each gust
All that is seen is teeth as the wind steals my laugh
A place for every thing
Nothing left to fall in the swells and rolls
The only thing left up to chance is the wind

Conversation

•December 17, 2008 • 5 Comments

Can you spare some conversation?
I need some one to talk to
and anyone will do.
Take me away and teach me here
place and forgetting fear
discuss and understand morality
while we embrace our mortality.
Take me here and lead me away
driving for lives and life
in cars of thoughts, ideas words
I need some on like you
someone to talk to,
to pour out me soul
take a piece
I don’t care,
souls like these were meant to share.
Now you’re standing next to me
seeing all the I can see
said and saying
Words like water running down
heels submerged in thoughts and sound,
and we shared some conversation.

Gone

•December 17, 2008 • 3 Comments

I was there
just then
then I wasn’t
one big crash
one big smash
a loud noise
a small soul
and a flask of light
and then
floating
disconnected.
Looking down and seeing it all
laid out before me in an array of couloirs
a mosaic
swirling and it’s all spinning
in a blur
then its not
no light
no dark
no color
in a few short moments
will I be able to look down
and back
and see them wish I was there
and watch them regret it all,
or will I just be gone?

Nothing to show

•December 9, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Blank blank blank
drawing blanks
like white pencil on white paper
lines don’t show
and no one will know
how the story will go
and how ideas will grow
when drawing blanks