"Thank You" James

Got an estimate
from collision repairs
to repair my collision-
gonna cost me
more than two cards
carry at a time.
Need a complete overhaul.
Made peace with it-
with Mom too,
but not blossom.
Still missing the lake-
can't see it
through the wing
even with a window seat.
The wave broke-
rolled back to sea-
the collision
casted it away.

The defining act

I bought you
a little cake
it's so sweet
you smile.

Hours and thousands
away from rest
awake to sleep
you turn.

Deep snow drifts
drifting into me
so deeply shallow
I digress.

I guess.

Do you miss
the cold outside
now that the thermometer
crashed inside you?

Your act sent
something through me
I'm unable to define.

Wish I had
a little cake
to nibble.

A Lake view

Where has the warm breeze
that ran through my hair
blown away to?
The ice that's taken
its' place is cold
and unforgiving.
Used to be candles burning
brightly through the darkness
day in and day out.
I could wake up and go home
out of the thundering rain
to a kind shelter.
The leaves have fallen now
as the lights flicker out
leaving me alone.
Now I'm smoking in solitude
sans red hot
always in a 15 mph zone.
When did you cut your hair?

Make it easy

For one night we were free
as thieves with vault keys
roaming through tracks unabaded
by watchfully telling eyes.
To this day I can still feel
your lips touch mine fast
as I asked you not to go.
Call again to let them know
you won't be home-
make it a year of dancing
in a stary room of wine stained
walls that will keep us safe.
I walk behind you now
constantly knifed by what I
have been discarded for
when there was a moment
that we rode tandom-
that we were free.
Is it that you're more
beautiful as I remember?
Could I be putting you in
a place you don't deserve
because I can't win?
Every line proves to be more
meaningful when I'm focused
on being declared your heart's
blood pumping hero.
Nothing I say or do changes
your decision to remain
close enough to keep your place
and too far to share soup.

Small Street

Go on
do it
tell me to go
and fade into
a one hit wonder.
The lint trap excused
you from responsibility
for far too long
now you're left dangling
from a line in rain.
Wine and cheese compliment-
but all cheeses mold
and wines become vinegar.
So, then, show integrity-
like me-
make the fault mine,
guilt is falling today,
and buyers are
scarce anyhow.

I put my bed together

The Hotel Lights in between
East Mountain South
and Mink Deville
is a relief on my
weary eyes.
I'm tired
but not lacking sleep
of any kind.
I'm just
tired of it all.

Perhaps a bit pissed
about the coverage
at my inauguration-
think I deserved
more than I got
out of this hibernation.
Sucks to be sucked
dry of life
then cast as litter.

Hard to be upset
though
I want to be
near
forgotten
adored
wasted
loved
abused

alive.

Instead
you read
what you want
not what I write-
levitate in
your own steam
of golden toast-
kiss your own
fake life
you fake
to make real.
Perfect.

No room to
see me today
when the iron's hot.
Tomorrow's forecast
is dreary too.
Hope you hear me
when I scream
I hate you
for eating
all the berries
when I trusted
you would keep them
safe.

ps I love you

From this time to now

This time you are the
vibration in my pants
that quickens me.
The moment of elation
that could only come
from bending rain
arrives instead as
a pigeon's letter
while I struggle to
comprehend the effect.



This time you are-
but next time?
And after that?
What about the
many storms and quakes
that fall and go-
leaving me destitute?


This time you were
my shelter from harm
that cooled the burn
so torturously hot.



That was beautiful
wasn't it...
seems like so
long ago when I began
this climb I would choose
to press pause mid leap
and remain suspended.

You were there
weren't you
watching from afar
while I danced for you
like a jester.
Thought you were smiling
guess you were laughing
shouldn't have gone
on stage that night.

Cheers
darlin.