careful that

The glint of your teeth told me it was right. Exhilarated I steadied. You still shook. Kiss of sweat slowly cooled. Reluctantly pulled the cover across my sight. Fingers trembled as the last touch was stolen. I tread away as you cough you may have fallen. Careful that. Im on the cold street wiping last sip of red from my lips. Conclusions are useless. My step rings certain. It hits me too late. Falling into the leaves I breath in your musk.

The Q

Hurtling towards her on the Q. Children singing the alphabet behind me. Character from a Homer painting across from me. The rhythm of the rails rattling a forgotten feeling. New sounds, old sounds, sweet sounds. Song finding its footing. Knew what I had to do. How I missed you. How I ached. I could not acknowledge these feelings without you a breath away.

not what you came here for

Saving face is not an option. The country is on a slippery slope. Idiots have steered my steel chevy into the ditch. My money means nothing. My labor means less. My sweat has no equity. On top of my craft yet at the bottom of the pile. Idiots feed and drink off my back blindly. Am I not supposed to take note? Are you? The next slew of contenders are worthless. We are in for the long haul if we have any hope for change in this brilliant country I call home. I don't believe in homegrown, aw shucks I love this country cause im merican god damnit! I believe in this place for many reasons. My family was always barely getting by. Good schools were the path out of a meager existence. I got a fairly good and completely free education. I am sad to see what most kids are getting fed as education today. Are we on a path to raise the dumbest generation yet? If we are, to what end? Are our children to be led by the noses and made to believe that they are part of a democracy? A controlled situation where you believe you make a difference does not constitute democracy. I don't have a kid and the situation scares the shit out of me. I don't need one of my own to be concerned. This situation is hairy. Do I need to offer a good cup of coffee to you sleepy jokers? Guess what, the time to wake the fuck up is past. Look past your 401k, your leather seats and flat screens, reality is barrelling towards us. If you don't want to wake up long enough for yourself, put a bit of effort in for your child. Somehow we have stuck our heads so far up our asses that we feel ok with the way the ship is being sunk. A new captain can't save this unfortunate sail, it's going to take a mighty effort from the crew. Just fell through my soap box... so get back to ramblin.

nearly

The shaking hips of that honey will pollute my mind till it extinguishes. Not bad pollution. To scan my innards would ruin most. It is too much. It has nearly ruined me and I chose every step.

muffled eyes

You were sad to see that low hung moon. It pierced the window. Ciao bella luna! Your eyes muffled, your ears blind. No hot tear was going to fall. My lungs heaved as my hand shook. I was not shining with much light. The whisper was a choke. Thunder clapped in that clear sky.

burp of ignorance

The cough of brillance. The burp of ignorance. The bubbling up of my stupidity. The gap that is my mind. The float that is your paddle. The canvass we stare at blankly. Toss your paint at will. Follow me. Or lead.

319 and wallow

Ten cent songs and dollar thoughts rudely billow past my cage. No peck left in the order. Cat walking across the keys leaves my ear with an original song. Sorry I wasn't there. My heart and mind spit and shook and then found different trains. Both had working class tickets, left me with a first class ticket to good old lonely emptiness. As the burnt out landscape of loneliness trucked past I found I was not empty after all.