Lovers by Proxy

And the sirens came and collected sound.

Left with desolate time and maybe a feeling

that yesterday was all we had

to look forward to.

She said don't let go

after she hit the ground.

Separate the skips from the kicks,

feel the difference between right and wrong.

She's shaking spoons for reactions.

But she's got nothing to worry about

because they took that too.

Lovers by proxy.

Sir, End Her

Sends white flags down my spine

while timing how long it took

to reach full mast.

Looks like I've got time to kill.

My internal clock's got

dynamite for hands.

Ticking no's instead of seconds.

Animalistic satisfactions.

Inclement intentions.

(Of Choice)

Complicated Cocktail:

2 parts memory

1 part empty time

3 parts dots to connect

1 part paper trail

Capital P

River City style revival

getting things off my chest.

Ink plots point toward

developmental delays,

hitch-hiking.

Stable Eighty.

(Formerly: drinks on the job.)

Perpetually at a loss for words.

Generic

Riding bedpost carousals like waves

I can tell I still make her

wish she could surf.

Hesitates to anticipate

my next move.

Stings like only a true friend could.

She knows me too well.

Loveless Marriage

Radio preset #2:
headache and
admiration for
steady hearts,
like you never blinked.
Lets be practical, for once.

Eye Level

Pool my
calm and collected
future tense lullabies,
oh I’ve got
fables that would make
even Aesop’s stomach turn.

Sweet smiles for lessons
yet to be learned.

Finding secrets in trees,
it’s almost like I had a
childhood.
Impish grin and I’m
flicking quarters at problems.
Steer clear, I warn.

I’ve got bones to pick from;
closets impending resolution.