Schwervon!

The dog patiently waits
Outside the door
While I meditate
In a world that on occasion
Forces people to make the decision
To jump from burning buildings

Fighting the shadow
Of over grown lawns,
The sideways glances of
Distant neighbors

Screens burn my eyes
But reward me by completing
My thoughts
And what not?
     …white not?
        …why not? I mean.

How things change.

If the cortisone flowing through my joints
Gives me one more day in the park
Walking the dog and listening
To thoughtfully recorded music
Then I will fight the urge to
Unsubscribe from that
Frustrated, utopian, email list.

Anger is an energy. 

The day that you said you
We’re tired of being funny
Was the first day
You actually were
Funny, I mean.  

What we see in parts
2 for one quiche

The the advertisement is a poem
The poem is an advertisement

Concrete floors
Archive the history of construction
Walls unfinished yet open for business

The coffee cups are stiff
Wrapped in thicker brown paper

Will this place survive human time
Will it make its mark in the space

You can use a door for a table
Watch a girl appear
Right where another one was standing

We self fossilize for reasons.
They disappear like rain clouds
Chasing our tails in the dark
The sound of hooves on a blackboard

We learn on the dance floor
Leaning into the moments
Like cats in the sun patches.
Hot cats in the yard

The show started
The second you entered the room.

I hear bells
The food must be ready

I hear bells
The dog must be barking

Bells, bells for everyone
Ringing two times
For every human soul