top shelf

sitting on the top shelf
small and fragile
depending on gravity
to keep me
to keep me
here i go
watch me tumble
free from my foundation
to the
kitchen floor
i’m not
but
smooth finished
small batch
kentucky bourbon in a
shattered glass
spill’t onto the floor
a mess and such
with a reminder to
keep your
fingers safe
if you dare to touch

these people here

these people here
have their ideas
about what went down
between us
can’t blame them
or stop them from using
their imagination
even if they’re
nowhere near the truth
it only matters
as long as, you do.

what’s that?
you said
these people here
won’t be happy
until I’m dead
and just maybe
the end would be
welcomed
and while
that might be
true enough
my heart sinks
thinking i might
just fade away
like any other night
i only matter
as long as, you.

these people here
take the joy
right out of life
erasing memories
so all that remains
are just blank spaces
designed to
fill the voids
the in betweens
overlapping folds
of information
stored timelessly
altering meanings
isolating emotions
that only matter
as long as, we do.

delivery

licking at
the corners of
my mouth
bite my
bottom lip and smile
its not gonna be
as easy as I thought
in fact I think
its gonna to take awhile
the thought
was fascinating
i found you
you to be
to me
more than captivating
silence was never
as penetrating
i could not contain
my nervous nature
from escaping
my hands shook
dripped with sweat
and
I shivered
as cupids arrow
pulled free from its quiver
and was just as swiftly
delivered…

points

draw a line
from point a to b
round the distance traveled
to the nearest zero
divide by destiny
find a purpose
locate point c
for all good things end
and seeking out the
next equation
spawns faith
in fate
shakes the tree
and breaks me free
c from i
plus me
equals 3
with my split personality
divide by destiny
find a purpose
locate point d
and repeat
the shifting sands
have got nothing on me
now eyes roll
sharpened tongues stab
and i still hear
them laugh
who needs purpose
locate point e,
repeat.

no big gain

he can’t watch
life slip away
sitting at that desk
tried that
lost the fight
to the hottest mess
coiled and sprung
those nerves of steel
rusted with sweat
bound to the earth
in sediments
flesh mixed in
as a catalyst
frozen in time
as the concrete sets
such a small job
the laborer hardly sweats
schedule says
8 hours
so he fucked off the rest
cant complain
about the steady pay checks
cant complain
sitting on the fence
the only thing he regrets
is he never regrets
not even
the heaving of an empty chest
boxed in a stucco canvas
doesn’t need it now
that’s he’s digressed
no big gain
for a small feat
no big gain
for a small feat
no big gain
for a small feat
no big gain.