January 31, 2019
As a little kid I performed small rituals that I convinced myself contributed to preserving some balance within the universe.
For example: in my childhood home there is a banister that has a total of four knobs that are placed on top of each turn of the stairwell. I had convinced myself that I had to softly tap the top of each knob as I walked down the stairs and then blink my eyes at the moment of my light tapping.
January 30, 2019
Truth has no desire, expects nothing
Wish that was the way I could just be
Get so tired sometimes hungry
Some fire burning inside of me
A longing crier comes to confess everything
Thought somehow might set me free
A death so dire I could not plea
Some seconds shyer my eyes still see
Slow shots from higher show my blinding
Touch turned to pyre with every degree
Veins on a wire
Tightroped roots of a tree such is we
All my lies are true I swear on this earth,
January 22, 2019
SWEEPING THE KITCHEN FLOOR
ON SUNDAY MORNINGS
IS NOT MY DUTY.
MY TASK IS TO WASH MY CAR
WITH A RED FOAM WASH GUN
DOWN AT THE PADDOCK.
IT TAKES TWO HOURS IN TOTAL
WHEN MY PHONE IS TURNED OFF.
ONE WEEKEND ROAD TRIP IN THE MOUNTAINS.
January 13, 2019
I hang my bare feet
out the window
to feel the wind
rush through my toes.
Your jaw is set like Dick Tracy’s.
Your eyes squinched tight
as key slots.
I sense your spirit animal
is the holstered gun
beneath your armpit.
We’re halfway to nowhere,
where you make me dig a grave
and bury the last mementos
of my past.