Toeing the edge

There is a fine line —
like a tightrope walker
toeing the edge —
between
complaint and contradiction
that makes me want to set
this whole word farm on fire.

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Cupid texted

I’m all out of arrows

Cupid texted.

Thank God for that, I reply.

But you don’t believe in God.

Sometimes, my friend.

Sometimes,

I do.

My Bluebird

You were so different than me

And you loved Joan Cusack

I never did get to finished Infinite Jest

But there you were in a Brooklyn apartment

And you introduced me to Brett Easton Ellis

So there’s a silver lining in everything

I guess, so like Bukowski

You’re the Bluebird in my heart

But I’m not giving you up to them

I just watch

with wonder

as you fly away.

Smoldering Hearts

Remember that
those special people,
the stars
who win awards,
they often look out
into a sea of smiling faces,
smoldering hearts,
and feel very much alone.

the answers

Decisions, decisions

take yourself out

of others decisions

and you just might find

the answers

you were looking for.

More Violence

When a person feels safe

they become defensive,

they fear the loss of control,

if pushed

violence is their only means,

a means which only provokes

more violence

violence that burns

violence that spreads

like wildfire.

The Craft

Tears well
followed by
a deep breath,
sadness
is a fine art,
and I’m still
after all these years
developing the craft.