Oh, no.

He disappeared one September night
down the street
on his way to the store
he just went out
and never came home.
They agonized in pain
about what to do,
but the pie was done
so they decided
to have a slice.

Fun Zone???

Went to the State Fair with Reed last weekend and spent time on the Midway. Reed went into a fun house, I waited.

Then I read the sign.

No running, no jumping?

Are you kidding me?

And it was 4 tickets for all that fun!

Why one forgets

Somehow tenderness survives
amid the menace to life,
You spring forth in a fever of love
and again at the last moment

A sword you will sharpen.
Everything cannot make you happy,
Never to your liking
You shrug your shoulders.

Raise your hands to the sky
disappear when you want to,
Rendering all unlovely and unlovable
and yet your heart looks back at me.

When the world falls in around you
you will have a sudden gasp of brightness,
and beyond your reach
I was your exuberant soul.

What he knew of you

What he knew of you
was behind a thick canvas,
only being able to see
a small amount.

Or else a coat of paint
that covered up the rust
that had started
to become visible.

A burning ember
in a forest
smoldering, waiting
to engulf the mountainside.

You were a river flood
quickly without warning
causing devastation to those
in your path.

Seemingly unknowing to the
pain you have caused,
most cruel,in great despair
a young boy cries.

Mr. Deception

Untitled

"Come on in, what's going on?" he says without making eye contact with me.
"The usual" I answer quietly. I sit down in the big couch and wait for him to turn his chair towards me. I assume I am the last customer of the day because it is late, and I am understanding of this and wait for his attention to divert to me.
"Your enthusiasm is underwhelming" I hear him say, but I am distant today, unable to focus.
I wait for a moment, anticipating if he will stay in the office chair, or move to the wing back chair.
You see, the chair tells me alot about him.
Although I am there because his advice keeps me in my current existence, I must admit that the chair he chooses gives me a preview of his level of being plugged in and engaged in the conversation.

You see, the office chair speaks of casualness, like your favorite worn out pair of blue jeans with the rip. He leans way back, taps his fingers on the desk and checks his text messages when I hear his phone vibrate. Sometimes while speaking I do not make eye contact, but when I decide to, many times he is yawning or checking his watch.

Do not misunderstand my perception of "the chairs", I do not anguish over it as such that, it is what I perceive it to be.
I am in a foggy twilight, I hear the tone of his voice, and regardless that I am sitting in the same room, I do not hear.

It is obvious I am getting in my own way now, because I am focused on the wing back chair and when his time is spent there it speaks, I am a searchlight that will guide you and bring you to safety. No matter what storm you may be in. I am steadfast.

Oh, these heavy thoughts of mine. While some may see weakness in the mire thought of it all, those who do not tax their lives with forethought will never know the presence of still water.

For Brian

The City by C.P. Cavafy

You said, "I will go to another land,I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, a better one than this.
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate,
and my heart is - like a corpse - buried.
How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years destroying and wasting."

You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas,
The city will follow you. You will roam the same streets.
And you will age in the same neighborhoods,
And you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other-

There is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have destroyed your life here
in this little corner, you have ruined it in the
entire world.