Only We Would Know

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The warm mug at every coffee shop. How many lips have stained this ceramic? The sidewalks strung along miniature cities, and the steps they’ve strayed. How many lives went one block too far, how many missed connections lingering by the street lights. First last kisses hung up overnight in cold breath. Each of us left standing, stirring, gagged in the gutter and wasted on the words we never spoke. Each corner screams its stories, and the signposts sing to sleep. All of this a secret only we would know, looking through the windows lined along the road.

Tired Highway

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something happens in a week across the country 75 miles an hour and the windows up. city after city with the illusion of sleep, in the same hotel bed coast to coast. rest stop routines, dark circle eyes on horizon we're only chasing. that old dream of On The Road a little distant daily, maybe it only was a dream. maybe its the midwest. maybe all these years have burned the fortune. maybe I'm just tired.

Dim Light and Dreaming

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I see all in dim light and dreaming lately. Looking for a place I left behind. A home in the Dakotas, a home that's hardly such. A place of temporary taste, as always, another in my transient tapestry of always onward under a false flag of duty and prize. I'm held together by unsettled breaths and reflection; and in reflection of strides assumed in the right direction I'm finding myself short on time, or perceived as such, in part, in strung out times I'm strung along on caffeine and another dream of leaving. A bigger dream this time, a bigger feeling. For something here will be left behind, and the driven life that most admire will burn for preservation.

A List, Simply

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fate. duality. purpose. anxiety. faith and lack thereof. strangers mannerisms. the way light comes naturally through windows in dive restaurants and makes royalty of a relic. energy, and ones ability to effect a room in the immediate. pure aesthetics. intimacy in shadows and smiles by the low light. dualism. the far reaching, finite, inescapable affectation of the dualism of life. karma. influence. truth, and want of. little lies and are they innocent? memory. ones ability to adopt any specifics and arrangements of the past as they see fit to the varying light of their current life. stories. coincidence. conspiracy. charm in conversation and the elegant power in a simple smile. perspective. effort. empathy. expression. obsession. all of these as i see them in regularity and adoration. as all the parts of all the days of me. the recollection, and the trailing off as the sounds of the day surround the lines of the page. and i simply am, again, carried off, return my day away.

And The Desert Shines

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There’s a certain tinge to timing. When words are worked, and perfect letters lift a curtain in the way they leave some lips. Time tested, for smiles left in airports where I never turned back; and before it’s known, a scene starts moving, unfolded from the former, and people, places are more than walk-pasts and dreams-ons. More than memories in the face of the fatalist brevity of the best encounters. That certain change. The tinge of timing rinses, off-white to bright, and the desert shines to summer.

The Corners

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The things I have seen in the corners of my eyes. the peripheral pastor, the passing of minds…A slip, a fall, a twist of time. I saw some present or some future awe, side by side, or was it at all…Quickly glimpsed, quickly gone. Clipped and borrowed for a blink. I stop and wonder, and recede into questions, into me, it was not there, or so I think…

A Life of Goodbyes

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Live a life where the goodbyes are always Irish, and the warmth in your cold blue eyes is what they're reminded of when the sound of your voice strikes their mind, and the dramatic line of your smile sets in to surpass all questions of "Why?". Believe only in the chances you took, not the ones you had; breathe only heartfelt in reminiscent minutes.

Toes to Summer

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it's been easy to be lost lately. or distracted, unfortunately with open arms. i feel the winter faded into new faces, wide eyed conversations ending dually meaningless when the finish couldn't suit the start. a taste of welcome spring, skin on skin in star-crossed flings, renewed in flesh and bone and the sweet heat spells in ventures far from home. on we go for foreign wild fare, as the cool breeze blows and spring slowly drags its toes to summer, for freedom, in dog days we dare.

Fade to Forget

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i forget sometimes, exactly where i am. i know all times exactly where i want to be, its easy to see the paradox, and feel the shift in me. i break and bend between the lines, my home is make believe. ive no belief, no hand in grand design but life and time, they sound alike and here i am just fine.and though sometimes its lost on me, exactly where i am...i love to love, and love to leave, live to dream until the end.

Eager Sleep, Believer's Shore

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such eager sleep i'm drawn, arms outstretched for dawn. we'll never reach, we'll never speak. the shore outlines the fall. in melted days before, arms outstretched i loved in all my worst and kissed in all my best so sleep for now and sleep forever melt along the shore. if we cold only speak the beach was just a moor.

Encore Everyday

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this blessed binary, this only other self. person and persona through the encore every day. the past at last will come to play, but in the hours in between who forever came to stay?