acraein

If I cleaned my gutters out
I wouldn't think about
Violet flame.
Flowers drink rain.
So I wouldn't say lilacs 
Are hydroponically hard to maintain.

I'll know my fire went out
If I eye that bathroom grout
and feel ok.
There's no way
I'll get to it.
Nothing you can't clean with spit.

So long TV static sound.
You'd turn it up because you'd found
You'd feel ok.
Feeling frayed,
Another stage,
just treading common ground.

What is joy but what we make?
Another view of the same shape.
A little twist, a figure eight.
Just twist for me, babe.

Meaning is meaningless in space.
And constellations don't know their names.
A solipsist has lost the game.
Nothing in the mind remains.

The only real I cannot see,
from vision to visionary
are quiet eyes when you look at me.
Are quiet eyes that see through me.

I can't see my eyes you see,
And you can't see inside of me.
The side of me you want to see
is sailing Saturns rings.

Why do you run?
What is at the core?
And what is it you're dreaming for?
I love just like the winter sun.
You love like the old cartoons.
Patterns of teacups in my mind
Passions once held, far behind
And somehow I lost it again.
Writing names with acrostics.

Every line I parse
makes my heart tear apart.
That moment in history
Feel it for eternity.

Invisible threads
stretching from our eyes
that weave the world that we despise 
I take my place up on the ride.
There is no paint, pastels or time.
Plotting points inside my mind
mapping these old globes of time
well black and marble, gold and glass
a situation logged and cast.

Some days we can't fake a face.
Feel foundations crumbling.
The cracks and crows are showing age.
Spreading to another page.

Speaking the language of mothers young
to mothers of a different tongue
you watch the fathers nod along.
You tap your foot and sing a song.
Speaking the language of lovers old.
Tones with decades of layered code.
An eyebrow that can stop freight trains.
A tensing lip that summons rains.

I want to say
that I think it gets better.
A simple song
that probably could have been a letter.
So dry your eyes
before they get a little wetter.

I likely lied
when we sat there by the water.
I think your fire
probably burns a little hotter.
Bless your mom
we're so lucky that we've got her.

A carnival
of thoughts falling from your well.
A simple smile
is how I know you broke the spell.
It's ok,
now help me clean these eggshells.

One year
in the span of a day
we know.
We've grown.
Butternut just whittled away.
Got the
Feet of a crow.

In time
could the daylight hours grow?
If so
who knows?
Could you bank a few extra dimes?
Sublime.

Don't say
'one day' ever again.
Let's go.
This glow
Getting dim by the day.
Classic refrain.

I know
I'm slow to get going.
Please stay.
My brain
works like paper mache,
just a patchwork of paste.

I'm down at the corner cafe sipping bitter cliche.

This house of flies

I spun.

If I

Could turn back time.

If I

Could un-spin the sun.

The calm of cool undone.

Spool un-spun to pools of wool.

Isn’t it though

The perfect rhyme?

A softer dough

Still rises fine.

Through halls of wax

I run.

If I could turn

Towards time

If I could un-sing

The sun

And just be done.

An omen a magpie told
The three swords a seller sold
Not for silver
Not for gold

A long forgotten domino
Three birds adorn the rose bough
Does it care?
Does it know?

Gotta gather up the mess around you
Gotta mess around and glue it to you
You calibrate and find your breakthrough 
You're turning off, you hit the drive-thru

Oh I have seen a world
so different from my own.
And one where I
Harvest what I've sown.

A bone will crack 
A stitch and suture
In my place 
I see the future 

Artifacts as clear as day
Matters of the composition 
One choice one outcome
Stay the course or reposition?

One hour I may feel
A certain way.
A change in waves reveal 
My dynamic range.

I wonder if I know anything at all.
Maybe my experience 
Is fractured at the fault.
If I took apart my essences
Recompiled my chemistry 
Would I whir,
Or would I stutter
Screeching to a halt?

Oh I have seen a world
I love to call my own.
A glimpse of some
Winner's wishing bone.

A photograph
Pristine and pure 
No work in post
Captured the allure

Feeling down when I should do more
Spinning plates long cold on the floor
Is there retribution left for me?
Well if it's so I guess we'll see

Is it easier in the sky?
Could these mechinations pass me by?
Could I be grounded in the mist?
No dwelling on the marks I missed

I remember when I lost myself
The hide and seek on carousels
An idle dream turned cry for help
A currency you can't buy or sell

Well you aren't here but I still talk
On a cold and winter walk
You have some bags in your blue coat
I can hear you clear your throat 

Two AM I'm gasping for the breath I breathed
I guess the only change I can see
I spend my time at a computer screen
And my only crown is on tooth 14

Well do I think that I could change?
It's not too late to act my age
There's still time for a final phase
What's a few more nights and days?

On what we’re entitled

She palms her bed table bible

Oh, what had passed the past ensures

Clues to sop the spills of future views

On what we’re owed

He toed the line and cowed and bowed

And oh, the hand the past had dealt

A cutpurse lives to buy and sell

The fairs and faults alike

We’re cracking hairs we recognize

You cut the sail, I’ll cut the lines

The love we’re owed is in our eyes

Oh, what did my parents pass along?

Oh, who’s to say what came upon

this vessel high

The winter’s gone, go reach towards the sunlit sky

Oh, what do we pass along?

Do we say or was our song

identified?

The winter’s long, go reach towards the sunlit sky