Rotten Sweet Potatoes

Awoke to the orange coming over the water through the slats of 2 windows
Acknowledged my gratitude then rolled over closing my eyes again for a few more hours of morning dreaming
Tossing sweet potatoes into the yard I scolded myself for being wasteful Lazy
Cutting a pineapple is what I have
Coffee with milk and honey
I've tried to quit a hundred times
Yesterday's rage at the callous stupidity of some men tore the cloth of my lungs and I sit on my bed in my room paralyzed having wasted 1/2 the day

Empty Tank

I ran out of gas worrying you down my mind road
Regretting past weaknesses  
Cracked boundary lines
Flooded by your eyes' colors 

Wanting to call wanting to laugh again like a brother

Tears come suddenly instead

Hot sun amplified by the windshield

Would you come get me right now

Take me away from here 

On rainbow trails past smoke and mist 

Where Skuld resides

For a conversation because I want to know

Trance stopped by the pop of the trunk

I walk along the shoulder in sandals 

Carrying a big red tank

It's Autumn and breath releases from my ribs