try

instead of leaving
stay
create something
lasting

maybe a pine tree
a shadow
maybe that power

came here
amazed and disappointed
amazed

by nature
the sound of birds
sunsets witnessed

what a gratitude
your eyes
just sitting
by your side

as

then we would fight
should have
just taken a walk
held hands

then we would fight
you missed boxing sparring
too

couldn’t stand that shit
got the physical
not the violence

the sound
of your flesh
felt better
as a kiss

hello

ode to a wave
a perfect day
for surfing

weatherwoman

was a gauge
it measured
the wind velocity

gusts hit seventy
never got old
watching

for all these reasons
you arrived

daily

wouldn’t want
to make that trip
would not
wish it on anybody
cause I took it

on the way pray
stop the car
and pray
whisper to the darkness
pray
constantly

had four took one
then
took them all

how stupid are we
must wonder
sometimes

journey

would use the telephone
thanks
no need
to watch you pack
finally leave
the threat being over
it has ended

piled rocks
in a line
it makes a path
to follow

home at last
finally
home at last

feel

sometimes
when I see you
I
freak the fuck
out

suicidal you
hand in glove
over the top
anger
aimed
at yourself

sad to see
even
sadder to feel

turn it up (words by jt)

released
from the prison of fear
and the unknown

augmented reality
dilapidated delusions
drunks scream to
turn up the radio
scream
over the radio so
they can hear
each other

simultaneously loud
and boring
here to work
listen to
the reality of silence
the scream of pain
the radio
managing happy
the delusion
dancing
spirit crushed
reawokened
and still alive

joy

no box to check
to be an anomaly
managed not fitting in
your life
of loneliness and
happiness
just enough water
for tea

made you a sandwich
the one you said
was your favorite
ended up in the trash
so I ate it
all
find it now

chip

when
did life
become a commercial
wanting a potato
chip
not sure which one
the car of my mind
dreams
can’t take me away
another commercial
announcement
smiles for everyone

do you paint anymore
do you
sit in a room
with a paintbrush
filling in the canvas

I hope so

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