Proper

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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

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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

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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

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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

Such Ado

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Oh go, wind

Leave at a speed faster than you are

And for once, have silence be your sound

How dare you awaken me

To the truth of the night

How dare you remind me

I am alone, and the chafe

Act sovereign, but know

I and the Sun

We will be here still, when you’re gone