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

Such Ado

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