Time Placement

All my time

Spent

In fragments.

I could write it a love letter and throw it, without a bottle, into the ocean.

For all it is worth.

Churned by the white froth.

Wetted and torn by the elements.

Ink running deeper into the sea

In gobs

Distorted blots to poison the sea life.

Better to fold it up,

Into the perfect,

Well-manicured paper airplane

to toss from a great height.

Let the wind allow it to travel where it wishes.

Borne across the currents to a place where

Birds will tear the sentiments apart with beaks and beady black eyes.

Shit out my words on unsuspecting windshields

To be blasted away by bargain wiper fluid.

and to slip into the road.

Deep into our streams

and make the least of us

Vomit into the cold, night air.

In surprise, grasping our chests for relief.

What it amounts to in the end-

Always a poisoner,

and those who are poisoned.

Remote

We lost the remote again.

As a result, life has been stuck on the same infomercial.

-3 easy payments of 19.99

-No CODs

-Buy now get 3 free.

-Wait, there’s more…

How have we lived without it?

Whatever it is.

The world would never know,

Except we will always know

Because the confounded remote

has disappeared

into the vortex that is the couch,

Or the basement,

Or another dimension that is inaccessible to this mortal coil.

Meanwhile, here we are,

Ready to buy,

But waiting for the number 

to flash across the frozen screen.

Grip

Once a nagging pinch-

Becomes a claw, imbedded into the skin to the tune of pained wailings-

Becomes a forced tangle of the constellations; the slurring of celestial bodies-

Becomes a part, fused in place with various heats and adhesives, Accepted-

Becomes the whole of the thing itself. Complete.

Peace Unlimited

 

I want to paddle out to the middle of the lake and sit with my eyes closed,

The canoe paddle across my hips.

Let the water lap against the boat. Feel the breeze gather a small steam around me in the margins,

Note The sound of bird song, rambling and arrhythmic.

Allow it to slur together

The gentle flow of nature’s soundtrack

Attuned to nothing and everything washing over me.

Here I will breathe 

with reckless abandon

let my lungs know their depth,

satisfy a hunger they didn’t know they had.

Take a moment and admire the peace

of this place.

Then, after a centering sigh of relief, an acknowledgement of my place in the center of this lake, this moment, and the great mystery that is the cosmos, push forth a shattering wail from the core of my misery.

Let it smother the birds mid-warble and the gentle waves and watch as it sets fire to this tepid, pleasant body of water’s sense of harmony.

Shriek after shriek.

Full-throated endorsements of my torment,

in a rush like phlegm dislodged.

In the shape of fits and coughs and gags.

Wailing

Snotting

Pleading.

Until my point is made.