Lateral growth

Buried in spent silk, resting, pausing, perched
the final unfurling 
wealthy wings pulling, up, out, 
and airborne 
going for that spreading 
faraway 
ground of twitchy 
anticipation, 
foreign conversation, and socks-severing 
scenery only I can 
take all 
in, breathe,
love and live,
someday 
die in; figure out as I go the meantime 

It has to be nearly soon.

Hey, New Year, save something special for me. Nothing less than my European dream, if you please. Save that date for me now. Cheers.

change up the pace and start moving. get one foot in front of the other. but don't give chase to that shiny golden thing. it follows you.

'cause on one day it will be over. and even the thunder may bring the sound of the voice you won't too soon let go of. so let it rain. and pass.

and then you'll just hear the music. then see beauty before you. then find love.



so don't be late.

unease amid apparent bliss

a secret feeling that maybe this is just an extended spur of the moment, a prolonged amazement of something un-amazing although new, something that will lose glitter, shed off the shiny wrapping paper, and unmask the unremarkable that all along hid poorly beneath black kohl and the occasional mousse blush.

a shadow of you is not you

the actual irrecoverable thing about it is, you've been taken out of the position where you can do anything about it. someone else is doing a better job now. and the most you have on that person is a faint, faint resemblance that looks nothing like you.

saying something that might come out too sincere more often than not results in awkward but i want to never apologize for something that i meant...and yet the whole world is built around "avoid awkward" ---one of the WHY-shaped craters in my mind.