Received

A bruised muscle pounding
A facet leaking unconventional
A spiral galaxy in the mind
A mirrored waltz of reflections

Ships part 2

The water ripples solemnly—
You’ve been here for hours, your back aches, eyes lapse.
The cars slide by sporadically—
You’ve stared at the same bobbing piece of wood, over and over and…
The strangers stroll lovingly behind you carelessly—
You’ve wondered why the pang in your chest roasts like a bonfire.

Ships

A velvet moonlight tickles the lapping lake under the old bridge.
Your hands cling to the cold cement barriers.
Your eyes are swallowed by an icy melancholy.
A baritone horn bellows far off sight bouncing off the sleeping city.

Sorry

It was freezing. Stunned. Immediate disdain.

--like getting shocked by an exposed wire.

Those memories flooded back. Step back. Resist.

Fight. Anger. Harsh. You can’t look directly. Wander within the white carpet.

My mind fumbled. Awed. My chest panged. Scared.

Half-thoughts. Empty reasons. Doubt.

Tears shot the floor. Second. Feet cemented. Didn’t leave.

Question. Questioning. Questioned. Disbelief.

Couldn’t articulate. Too cold. Too sudden. Wind bit. Tugged.

You’re head ached. Shadow cried. Lips quivered.

Run. Ran. Flee. Escape.

Bat me away. Turn your back. Act tough.

Leave. Vanish. Evacuate. Remove.

Empty your mind. Block my image. Re-paint that room.

I forgot. I wanted. I will.

No eyes watching. Not looking. Didn’t look back.

All that is, was, will be.

No exchange. No loose words. No denial.

Love.

All I wanted to say. All I paid for. All I stood for. All I am.

I’m sorry.

A Loner

He's that man in the Black suit,
a flute ululating melancholy blue,
shades deep brown to the sound of Chicago rain,
pejorative of passing faces staining the CTA panes,
a true filth, like a precocious newt,

His siren song's are long accolades to beastly men,
causes quails, quivers, and low wails,
that feverish night blanket is his cape,
draped over sweating sorrow sobriquet sails,
onerous travesties welcome him in,

That beguiling jocular smile scythes deeper than words,
his augur sounds undulates as we speak,
creaking steps and breathes lingers on exposed necks,
feeding on our torpor sadness with joy,
we're merely his weightless toy birds,

don't let him in that thief,
he's only a figment of a crying heart,

don't let him in that bum,
he's only cawing cause of his own failed start.

Age

A light dusting off the ground pounding head instead flew to bed fully clothed with that aroma of surly smoke and booze clues to a night of lurid wonder plunder the liver and shiver or quiver for the times leaking off your skin like sweat bet you can’t drink this and still stand hand me another and I’ll fumble it down my throat boat full of familiar faces all with rainbow smiles and laughs helps to get the spiders off the arms a quarter of the way there and still I want to turn back crack open the window to let that bitter brisk billow onto the floor and that acrid stench fumes into the mustard lamps like torches manipulating the now into all that was cause she can’t physically punch planets why not crush all that Sun you have left planted cross-legged licking icicles to hallucinate about the better things rings locking around fingers slip off easily but it’s nothing more than a slick mistake taking longer lingering like an angry duck quacking nonsense to make some sense whence I came from the room with the broken light in your mind find me in your dream but for merely a second I only had a glance fancy meeting you here dear hats off to the crazed surgery to remove the remains of those veins still tangled to you in my heart tart pastries are bread crumbs trailing after you like loose toilet paper hugs and kisses and misses looping like Ouroboros eating itself for the jocular eternity that’s fleetingly skipping away ignorantly like a mindless child remember all that could have been or were can never remember which one it is or was or will be anything is nothing but nothing is everything from the very beginning it’s as fruitless as the surmounting end might as well stop and collapse to the floor pour all that fluid from our souls where we land and plan to count backwards till all that forward moment means something more than mere contempt sent a sign ahead let’s go to bed and dread the boredom nudging our lives but find happiness in the bombs exploding every second we exist

Let the snow hide my tracks

A city slowly salted on a bitter evening,
jolt and shaken by your shoulders,
eye's widen, allowing all the shadows in,
those egg tones damping the silent streets,
gradually, flakes fill the imprints of our feet,
vehicles become devoured by that sullen white,
sibilant words scathe like the sharp wind,
face cringing from veiled cold pangs rooted in your heart,
exchange last glances as that milky haze settles in,
my body gets enclosed into a internal freeze,
euphorically searching for that familiar rumble and roar of the city,
anything to escape this indigo night,

all the home's look like sandcastles,
built with four hands and love,
a secure place for warmth and comfort,
but easily destroyed by the hourglasses' shove.