Marker Cap

I can't seem to find the
Cap of the marker I was just using
Now it will dry up and shrivel
Instead of bleeding through my pages.

Jumper of Bushes

They said we shouldn't
In all our finery
But what is life
Without a picture
Of a boundary being crossed
And a light being shown
Greater than easier.

Yellow

Bubbles light
And happiness bright
A lack of time.
Yellow runs to the store to buy a lime
Because she is sick of lemon's sour
And ends up with sprite and an hour.
She flies with her spring wings
And passes people and sings.

Yellow believes in ever afters
And reads storybooks in the rafters
High above the rest of the city light
Nothing to do except delight.

She has nothing to believe in
Except the sun's loud din
Which reminds her a lot
Of her own life plot.

Most of all yellow is finding delight
In the midst of the fright
Of the colors of blue,
red, and new.

August

The breath of moon air
Crisp and calm
Not cold
Or breathless
But warm.
Just pleasantly this year
But it doesn't hurt to have a fan
In
August.

Photograph

I didn't see you there
In front of the camera,
I walked right past you
And became a memory of light
That wasn't supposed to be.

Word

Heart crush faster
When you realize
That every word
You write is
One word less
Than you can
Ever write again.

You must squeeze
Every last thought
Out of there

Before it is
Too late now.

Momentos.

sorry for being gone for so long.
I'm really great at breaking good habits for no reason


Momentos all around
Life as empty sound
Willing myself to stay;
I end up far away
What keeps me running slower than I can
Is the fact that I can't be a perfect man.
One eye open further than the other one
pointless battles can never be won.
Will I remember everyone I have to?
The feelings of every moment I've gone through.
beating in unperfected time

Good Bad Neither In-between

What if everything that was bad in the world

Suddenly changed to be everything that is good?

The purpose of life would be hopelessly swirled.

Nothing could be anymore understood.

If the guns changed to squirt guns

If the fires turned to smoke.

If people took away all the 

bad things they spoke.

But then nothing would change,

Nothing could be taken.

The far reaches of us would rearrange,

Leaving everything shaken.

Bad is not good,

But it is necessary to hope

To understand what could

Be if there was only good.

Nationalities

When a person comes up to me
And tells me they hate
Those of a different nationality:
For any reason.

It is all
Froth.
Not the good kind that you like:
At the top of a good root beer float.
Instead, the stuff that you have
To dig through to see the good
within the world.

When your fingers get too long

Life is hard, they say;

But I love a challenge.

Life tries to hold me at bay,

And I laugh.

Try, just try to hold me 

Back for a simple second.

Since when was life ever simple?

Wondering from the top of a building

Not about to jump,

But merely admiring the view.

Rivers pass me by

6 days pass me by

A specific thought passes me by -

I'm not sure what it was.

I try to do things for others,

I try to be there for others.

I try to see things for others.

It doesn't work as it should.

Remembering more than I should.

My fingers, encrusted with dirt,

Millions of tons of oxygen, nitrogen,

And all the other gasses in the world

Holding me to the ground.

The hard ground.

Life is hard.

I deal with it

With a friend.

Getting wisdom taken right out of you

"Wisdom teeth do not give you wisdom"
The dentist told me.
and then proceeded to knock me out

I woke up dizzy.
losing sense of direction.

Eating real food was a lost cause.

Yogurt and ice cream
Beginning to lose their flavor

It is the end of the world.

(chubby cheeks due to loss of wisdom teeth)

Wrinkles. (4 syllables)

I wonder what
Would happen if
I took all the
forehead wrinkles
in the world
and lined them up
all together.

Could I count the
Years in inches
or the stress, miles?

Sort of like me
Measuring the
Lack of time in
infinity?

Climax?

Calvary with golden sword
Find no one was ever here before
They plant a flag in the rain soaked earth
And blow their rusting trumpets berth.

The flag blossoms into a tree of advance,
Over hills and valleys they carry their lance.

They must find something to defeat
Or they cannot go back to the shining fleet.
So they look and search the land
Finding something else unplanned:

Something was there before them
Its primal scent searching to condemn.

Fade

Hands of infinite longing held at bay
One reaching for, the other away.
Grasping each other's hands
Dreaming forever in new lands.
A moment, a switch in desire
feelings are thrown in the fire.
A whole half apart,
away, forward heart.
The hands loosen a bit,
As recoiling from a hit.
What is one to do when everything
fades like the winter to spring?

Mail?

Heavy feet on the sand
Sent to her
A simple letter
(Including my heart)
Postmarked to the end
Or the beginning
Of Fireflies St.
Because I forgot
Where she lives.

Circumlocution.
Of the truth.
Exaggerated realities,
But only
For hopeless tragedies.

"I'll just wing it"'
I said
And put
the blank letter
In
My
Worn
Mailbox.