Traditions

Its genius, really.

Beauty. Chaotic backdrop.

It never gets old.

Ache

Sinking. Settling.
Plush carpet between hard bones
And indifferent floor

And I Am Grateful.

These thin, straining sounds

They don't always make sense. But.

Sometimes, they save lives.


Thin, sharp and solid
These words like tines of a fork
Provide nourishment

Again and again.
They save me. Bring me back. Give.
Give me everything.

The Debate

I am a lineman
for the county and I drive
the main road. Searchin'

Tom Hanks Time

If these dont make you happy, you're wrong.

 

Synthetic Breezes

The cars come so close

We do our best to ignore

And enjoy the wind

Missing/Found

It is amazing
The things that you come up with
Looking for yourself.