Monday, April 30, 2018

30 april

pulling up the dark
and i'm sure i've written
that line before
unwinding pure and simple
the wrinkles in the hourglass
the swiftly tilting landscape
the rake that makes the undertow
the garden grow and all the kings
men while all the eggs
ache for breakfast to come
at last to champion
the middle class
to stop the film from trending
romantic to light
the candle that rhymes in time
with all the verses set on rewind
while the audience pages to next

Sunday, April 29, 2018

29 april

and yet
the most vivid sensation
is imagined
a sandwich of dreams
and marinara
the crusty bread
the sense that all is relative
to this
fantastic moment
apart from truth
wished instead of lived
the hope of something better
of satisfaction
filling blanks

Saturday, April 28, 2018

28 april

first the chase
that races and
the space that cases
some other
out of joint
with the point
being missed
and the secrets
being wished
like calendar dismissals
and summery reversals
behind any jury
and worried off courtside
with a runandhide disregard
that won't bring much to mind

Friday, April 27, 2018

27 april

and in between
there are the blanks
we bank on and
also we withdraw
the interest and
soon we're left
a loan

Thursday, April 26, 2018

26 april

and to bend in that direction
is to mistake breaks for turns
to earn dimes that cash out
in tenpenny doubts
silver on the dollar
thick underwild

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

25 april

i'm not
i said

there was
no answer

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

24 april

and if i turn off
what light will be left on
will the air go out
or just the sun
will i melt delicate
slip away
entire vacuums spun
to spaghetti tunnels
into space

Monday, April 23, 2018

23 april

turn in away around
the prepositions give no relief
release escape to make the most of
to toast the town of
to finish the pipes and steal the nights
from cricket arms and bird hands
to land on a shelf higher than self
farther from doubt
where the troutstream gleams
rainbow forgiveness but
it's still too dark to see

Sunday, April 22, 2018

22 april

would keep driving
there is nowhere else to go
nowhy else to be
nowhen else to fit
let go of traffic sense
dimensional analysis
the paralysis of cognizance
know less let days unravel
loosen the hold
there is no reason not to go
down the road up the way
away away and gone

Saturday, April 21, 2018

21 april

feeling the crush
turn away
kitchen floor remedy for metaphor
only this and less
guess disappointment no more
back against the dishwasher
waiting to come clean
relieved of all the else
heavy doubt and heart
whirring tick tock waterflow
there is a rhythm we can only feel
set aside the outside
curl to close to calm
shut out all the other
turn in to turn away
lock the lids and silverware
wash and wish away
close eyes close days close doors

Friday, April 20, 2018

20 april

heave then off with
the show and gone with
the flow
under the bridge
cats in the cradle rock
flies on the cable talk
backward in the cabin crew
under the pickled moon
wrap all the tickets up
charge twice for two

Thursday, April 19, 2018

19 april

told me so
although i had
some other mind
to be in
to sink swim
and float
remote chances
with dance fizz
and dream sweat
to get ahead on
and sing songs
with no verses
for worse
just got a chorus
repeating again

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

18 april

realizing somewhen ago
nobody holds any cards
the idea of chance
the hope of hope
the pieces made of nothing
come together
the only maybe
the only yes is already
there is no other go

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

17 april

practice addition
slipping into piles
never more than less
never deeper than dark
cold through the window
through the curtain
no credit to take
no cost to borrow
pay back more than owed
no collector coming
no record breaking through
miss the list and fall

Monday, April 16, 2018

16 april

mostly subtraction and division
the cooler pillow sides
flipping restlessly
slicing thin angles of night

Sunday, April 15, 2018

15 april

the night comes up much sooner
not on anybody's list
angles snapping shut
watch the curtain trade with wind
eyerolling emptiness
dramatics broken down
turn some key some metaphor
solve another day

Saturday, April 14, 2018

14 april

i don't have room for that either
all the hot heavy air
pressing down
the reasons not to rise
the sadness that flows
dark in the sunlight
wonder in reflection:
how it all dissolves
how nothing is solved at any time
no steps to next
no path to follow
hollow heartbeats unmatched
catching breath and throwing it back

Friday, April 13, 2018

13 april

cannot bow down low enough excuse deeply enough turn far enough away close up enough to pass as if fading into nothing were so easy as if shoulders could unknit as if foreheads could unfurl teeth ungrit back uncurl

there is no chance and yet i keep asking knowing the answer the chance for hope melts its own self breaks its own health fast enough to regret and slow enough to wonder

Thursday, April 12, 2018

12 april

still there is the drive to talk to go to fly the run to nowhere in some circle to sorry end that no one can see and when we get the whole way it's a hole made of daylight and darkness and emptying out while the doubts follow fast close behind

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

11 april

tired of firing the clock
the lock runs out
doubt for the tillerman
tea for the rest
green fresh pressed
unwashed parachutes
eagle over easy
take time to turn left
right on the rise

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

10 april

what if the end is this is the start it seems of some kind of answer some unknown chance and if you know how to make it the result is better the sweater makes it through and the truth comes out and the trout swim up river forgiving us our brinza our benzine our liters of exchange and the rates to know better

Monday, April 9, 2018

9 april

purpose to have a
thought to filter open to up the cost
lost in a breath
the answer unasked for
scoring no points
uncovering no reason
seasons change and we do not
still the same face
still the thought

Sunday, April 8, 2018

8 april

and then sometimes i remember
there is a different angle
wrapped up in disregard
hard hid and undone
sprung loose from tooth talk
true time and taste test
rest when the wind waits
run while the sun shines
deep in the else runs the help from our pockets
lock it away and give the key the boot

Saturday, April 7, 2018

7 april

wait until the unwind turns fine
crank it up again
cannot understand the pace to chase
cake to erase
chance to correct
step that's next
clearly there are signs
we don't see
designs we blow free and clear
here to the drawing board
back to trap the lint
on to pay the rent
left and right again

Friday, April 6, 2018

6 april

while we wait for
the other ear to drop
the second shoe to pop
the elevation escalates
steps and button pushers
mashing past the ground floor
asking for more while living without
giving a doubt instead of a donation
asking for price points while facing the nation
we turn over the sky and then we land

Thursday, April 5, 2018

5 april

catch the breaks and make the stakes and grill the gall the gills and all
we the wondering wild and wandering
leaving the love and lifting the veil
failing to act and tracking the lack of listening
glistening the sheen of shine
the worry of time
the fear of no nearness
the fade of resistance and rise of the night

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

4 april

too tired for escape
the ache of else
curse of self
awareness without
doubt beyond question
lessening lessons unlearned
earned deposit
exchange without interest
banking on a tank half full
driving on thriving on empty
catch as can't
concur or defer
down the street still runs the road

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

3 april

opening the door means knowing more is sometimes less
dressed for a barn dance
but kept inside
cotton linen fries and a tidy bow
nobody sees the trouble i know

Monday, April 2, 2018

2 april

and it's the chill that shakes
the bone that quakes alarming
charmed out of earth and air
fair enough for disregard
hardened by experience
delirious and prone to falling
all the wrong corrections
all the coarse syllabi
flying off the handle
can't strangle sentiment
meant to gently turn away
turned and flailed instead
spectacular embarassment
display of all the fault lines
feed the fever starve the soul
clear and start again

Sunday, April 1, 2018

1 april

bit of chill and the milk's gone off
topped like an antelope skipping from the range
to constrain fields
in high yield density
the destiny of the overparked
the meadow lark and the cannon ball
the gypsy moth and the wrecking claw
roadside undercover
drop what you've got
caught with a lottery ticket
in both hands
and no command of any fingers
snapped like a cracklepop dismissal
breakfast and the last one out
forgot to take the trash
returned to echo disregard
through lunch and on past tea