Chance

you float into view
a beautiful glance
all by chance

the future and past
a beautiful dance
i know you will ask

and by grace
you slip away
i cant give chase

and so I wait
for another chance
please don’t be late

What Is and Isn't

young kid
play and play
grow up
toys away

bad directions
no map
waiting hours
wrong line

reach high
fall low
grab the middle
nothing there

fucking mess
scribble down
what Is
what isn’t

pieces fly
train wreck
three car collision
one survivor

Ghost in the machine

It questions my heart

I write down answers

It throws them away

It crosses the line

Breaks me apart

Then puts me back together

It lashes out in anger
Then takes it all back

But not with words

It measures expectations

In all that you give

But not a return

It makes me dig deep
For a heart of gold
That it wont let me find

It falls away gently
From the corner of my eye

Wanting me to follow

The ghost will return

It doesn’t know when

But by then I'll be gone

Is it November yet?

The leaf peeper peeps are all in town

“CAN WE SPLIT IT FOUR WAYS”

They wolf it down

“CAN WE HAVE DIET COKE”

Well we don’t have that

“THEN BRING ME SOME WATER”

In seconds flat

“I WANT A GRILLED CHEESE”

The kiddies scream

AND CUT OFF THE CRUST

Well Jim won’t be pleased

WHICH WAY IS NORTH CONWAY

It’s right down the road

DO YOU HAVE ANY MAPS

Well, you where just told

They leave you a dollar

And off they go

Is it November yet?

This is getting old

Already

Cool Kids

The cool kid’s all

Too cool for you

Breeze through a tree

Poised and smooth

A cut above something

Taller than you

A distance so far

Up high to climb

Clawing and Scratching

Inside your mind

An awkward smile

And you fall behind

Now is the time

To realize a clue 

Over your shoulder

And long overdue

Someone behind

Looking up at you

Dollar Store Employee

Letting loose of all my thoughts

They bust out give you all I have

Was it something I should spend?

You gave me what you had

Mostly on hand for the crowd

 A handful of change was left for me

I hate the dollar store

Threads

Elusive threads

Stitched in time

Unknown to me

Left behind

Connections

Not to bear in mind

Surrounding me

I now see

A  woven fabric

Wide and warm

Connecting threads

That once were worn

The tapestry

Is now complete

On my shoulders

Is where they keep  

With my love and

Thanks so deep

Painted

Painted all across the sky

The colors that were you and I

And from the sky the colors seep

Into a well

Where we will keep

Will keep our palettes

For next time

We lay a brush across the sky

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You take and shake me

Out of my deep deep slumber

I am awake with smiles and heart

Too much at times

Too much for you

Thank you and goodbye

Someday someone
Will shake you too