Tall Order

Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?

Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it

Best Ghost

Wherefore in my dreams
Parsing out and making sense of my disobedience days
Moving at wrong hours through constructs of old, breath held, so as to remain unnoticed
Down hallways, past ghosts that do not think they’ll remember me this time around
All the while wishing for my new best friend,
I look for you
Find you perhaps
Then lose you again, for certain?

Brave the Sun

Were you here
If you dared

To be beside
Me

As We
Careened too fast

Straightaway
Down some side street

I have traveled
Many times

And you’ve not

Would you
Summon courage

Brave the Sun
Look at me

And find yourself

Glad to notice
Remnants of
My morning coffee

Lingering, glistening
Upon upturned corners

Of my lips?