Ticket One

Some believe afterlife  

Others believe more

I know for sure one

No interest in supposition

It is short

Lovely Faith is why

Tall grasses pull tears

Mountains hollar loud

Drop my bags and sprint aboard the train

A Climate Change

Snow is falling on the last day of summer

Heat off my engine kept stopping my heart

Numbing my fingers

Stranded on i75 

My phone remained silent

Southside Atlanta

Need became ridiculous

Want was lonely

Ending world on crumbing asphalt

I said it out loud tossing white bread to the seagulls

Morning became noon

Heatwave in December

Stretching through the ache 

Of the age I've become

With gratitude and ease

Again I greet the Sun

From your side of my bed

Where the dent is less

Hôtel Mercure Paris La Defense

Junk Drawer

I assume all men have a junk drawer

No matter how beautiful they seem

No matter how pristine their skin or scalp

No matter their voice thick sweet honey 

Or biting as virgin olive oil

In the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, or car

A box in the garage

A jar in the tree

A collection of treasures and atrocities

Mostly garbage trivial trash

Old tickets, receipts, coins and bottle caps

Momentos of shit

Precious nothing

Without sifting without debate

With cheers and laughter of disbelief

Relinquished mine

Shwooosh

From the bureau into the trash bin

In this moment mentally

Created a habit of maintenance

Synced with oil changes and tire rotations

While walking with peace

Out of the bush

A shadow 

My guilt, good deeds, failures trail me

I hear him meowing

A gray dusty kitten

Deprived of milk and abandoned

Blue Truth and Pebbles

When Truth was a bear in a child's nightmare

Where the forest was camouflage

Walking sticks covered the path

Marching straight into the fire

Without thought without fear

My love is not like that

Excavator of many pebbles

Reveals a moraine of silence

Manifesting courage void all phobias 

Ensuring discomfort's retreat

Bakery

Relax relax

Cue to my belly

Let go; melt

Let my hips be butter

Sinking into soft bread

Stop hovering like bees

Collecting pollen for their hive

Coming into the waterfall

With you

Blasts all space 

Replacing matter in my melon

Lemon 🍋

Sum of all colors

In the center fire of the sun

Winter Swan

My sadness is a winter swan

On a snowy lake

Where 8 am feels captured by dusk

Watching my sadness as she glides

Timeless in Aeolian silence

With sforzato caws beyond naked trees

Heart safe from freezing beneath her waterproof down

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