Slammed

I think, given this headache

All is credible and nothing is possible

See here, these long-deceived eyes

All the mimicry as parallels and delusion

Well, heart, or rather, once-well heart

You will run the defense once again

ink dogs

An abrasion there, on an inky finger, both hard-earned

Zest and zeal in the palm of a humble hand

Awestruck there

The noise is different down here, though

Mad-dogs and hurricanes at your back

A inhumane society nipping at random achilles

Sleepless here

Soda

Where were we recently, beautiful boy, where you sat so close to me -bubbling happily at having used your voice- and smiled, finally, finally receiving all you so earnestly wanted (a simple enough request, so why’d you been denied so long, we both thought simultaneously), for it’s only sugar, and, after all, what harm could it cause…what trouble might it make?

Proper

As my eyes burn from the lies of you, I properly sip my coffee, I wait, watching the heat of the Day take its toll, telling the truth you will not say despite that You see, I see, We see, the shingles cracking, the black tar melting, the ol’ roof caving in on itself and the stupid birds calling this hole home.

How Big

Why will I never meet the scars, the stars I’d wished to kiss

The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime

Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you

How big the whole of you, the hole left in me

Hamstringed

Somewhere between rounding third

And sliding into home

I’m hamstringed

I stop

I fall

I decide

I’ll not be tagged

There in the middle-ground

Could I crawl back and recover?

Counting on my brother’s full count

His double

Sweet time

His home run hit

Sweet savior

Instead I stand again

A fool, for certain

A rocket gone awry, we’ll see

But to the delight of the crowd

I seek home

Education

It is a new cup, a blessedly empty cup, staring at me

I thought I knew no thirst

There you stand, eyes upon me too

Teacher, mentor, friend

In full passion

Larger than life’s lessons, thus far

Red-hot tea kettle in one hand

Abundance in the other

And I, with great thirst, indeed, am ready to receive