Idiom Linchpin

Sticks, stones
Broken egos.
I found you in one piece
On the floor.
Sitting
The same old way
With your head in your hands.
What does it take
To be a linchpin.
Will your cinders always burn
The same way you wanted them to.
All these years later
Scraping by.
Your idioms have been constant.
Nothing changes,
Because the truth was
You were happy.
Still are.
Just afraid to admit it.

Perception Is A Hell Of A Drug

Unwittingly forced into

Something not wanted,

A pawn, not a player

A song, not a prayer.

Second hand, second worth.

$3, $5, what value is in this.

Perception is a hell of a drug.

It should be taken with gratitude,

Humility and a glass of water.

Sober is, as sober was.

The motive remains the same.

Feeling kind, falling sacred

Bricks.

Time stamp your hero.

The common denominator 

is over.

In a stained blue glass

When there's nothing to write.
I write this.
Neil Young heals all wounds.
Because it's true.
That and books by Leonard Cohen.
And Sylvia Plath.
I wish it was 1964.
I could smoke cigarettes,
See Otis Redding,
Dance in Paris
And drink a highball,
In a stained blue glass.

The Suggestion of a Bird

The suggestion of a bird,

It was the shadow of a cloud.

But my wheels keep turning left.

Were we observing out loud?

When there's nothing to hang onto.

And your shelter turns to bones.

You've resigned to old letters

From seven years ago.

Things that mattered then

Still have motive now.

They just move in different circles,

Different ambulances, different crowds.

We Are Human

Good and evil.
The flaws in between.
It keeps us sane.
Until we give up the keys.

Fainting

For a moment.
I felt it.
And it was sweet.
Then everything was real.

Inhibitor

Earth dwelling paint can.
Living large on green
Falling down wells.
Remote.

Friendly Fire

The city streets are to behave.

They keep you safe

In your own mind.

Friendly fire.

Suitcase Poetry

He was gallant. So cavalier.

Charming on his own terms.

Had a suitcase full of intentions

And old t-shirts.

Blue Dress

Went to the party
But no body came.
The blue dress I wore
Drove my shadow insane.

I like things alone
The freedom is sweet.
It rots me to my brain
And then my teeth.

That's All

I want to prove that I can keep my word.

Keep me safe.

But don't miss me.

That's all.

Raquet Ball

Drown yourself in liquor
I'll hang myself with words.
But while we're lying here restless
I am listening to the birds.

Elevator

Raised in a cage.
Platform of moving people.
Shifting away from early rounds.
Just to contest each other again.
Another riot.