The Sky is Falling

 Stare into the light

To bake the images

In the space between our eyes

And their protectors

Doesn't matter what light:

A sun, a star, a wandering beam 

In the night.

I make it resonate, 

You round out the sound.

We regress into the universe.

Let the weak force keep us bound.

Know the high road takes you down

While the long road leads you out.

Make no matter of the distance

Just the weight you carry

On your back.

Mind the wind's inflections

And take hold with all your might.

Let the sky fall beneath us

Let these two wrongs make a right.

- August 6, 2012 

#54 - Gibber-Jabber

 Gibber-Jabber

If I could

I would have it all.

The road is long

and my automatic transmission 

is already wearing thin.

You really should’t bark at the self-made;

only the self-made with pride.

Their bombastity is pompous in stride

yet pessimism bleeds from their hopeful eyes.

(They make meals of shit. Trust me,

I’ve seen their feasts.)

Now life feels naked without love.

Don’t worry,

we won’t go down that street.

We all know the house

emotion so deep...

There’s roaches in my cupboard

and mices at my feet

yet this passage of laziness is so forgiving.

Let free will reign for another month.

Embraces for each of my friends,

steady hands,

emotion so deep....

- July 28, 2004

#24 - In February

 In February

Where is my plateau?

I can look down

yet still feel so far below.

1789 or MDCCLXXXIX

glaring down at me,

through the visage of double paned glass.

The Romans had many victories

in downtown New York, or

so we are led to believe. 

Now holographic brick paneled

in two dimensions makes me feel

like part of a pop-up book,

and the weightless matter in the distance

makes the sky seem so far away.

So shine down pitiful Sun;

for air conditioning units serve no purpose

in February.

- February 2, 2004