same shit different day

in the bones
behind the eyes
lies
sleep unrealized

GenX

and music was-is
everything
to the lost

and we danced
wild abandon
snubbing
them that held too fast

the betweens
glossed and forgot
on the road winding
we became

discovered
discussed
divulged

and the music was-is
in us found

suadade

waxing poetic, she emotes
for the you explicit
you in the never-was
you in the yet to be
you in the could have been
you in the conceptualization
of a stone heart that bleeds

“In the world you’re so far away I would reach out, and touch your heart, “ Tom Petty, Room at the Top

the clockwork of dogs

Oh winter with your long nights, wondrous; 

deep I could sleep, if not; 

for the clockwork of dogs.

the expectations of reciprocity

laughter ensued immense
and she walked away
enthused, yet
cursory words lacked depth

no quiet of the mind
came forth, no soul
he follows as she
drifts away

though with this one
she sees bits and buttons
holding parts in place
when he speaks
the lines years etched
at corners
of his eyes, lips
as they move to
speak his heart

she gives without
the expectations of reciprocity

“Once inside, you’re afraid they find nothing to hold on to,” Cowboy Junkies’ Ring on the Sill

supernova

she not no big bang
supernova
firework display

love for her?
it the slow start
of lightin’ fire

that burns
only for you