4.20.19

The hours pass slow between now and when
your face shows up on my phone again
I wish you wouldn’t go, let it go

“You act like Sol is the last bastion of free thought.”

“Earth was the first bastion of free thought.  Our internet is old, impossible to scrub clean.”

Does happiness always seem to be a world and a day away?

Utopia is impossible, but it’s mathematically easy to increase everyone’s standard of living.

i’ll go out tonight, to the blues and neon lights,
watch the door, dream of you sauntering in
like you own the place, searching for me,
waiting for you, in these spaces between

Underneath the warrior’s armor is a lost girl who just found family.  You owe it to her now. Get her back home alive.

4.19.19

two wrongs don’t make a right, but three lefts do

A man played the blues for ninety-two years
In a smoke-filled bar, drinks are raised
All his favorite songs will be played
By the generation he saved

I wonder
if I’ll be
the face you pick
out of the crowd
you’ll run to,
Every
Single
Time

There’s always tomorrow
Say it again
There’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t

Don’t take it for granted
The ability to bend the knee
And push off of it again
When you can move
Put it to work
And be grateful
For the simple things

4.18.19

Watch a woman get ready
To go out with her friends
She puts the war paint on
Color glistens her eyes

I won’t pretend that it’s okay.  It’s not.  Never will be, but this will not be what defines you.  Only you can decide what your life becomes.

You’re so pretty
Too pretty to be out
Stay in
with me

Cruelty blinds men into believing they are invincible, right before they fall.

Twenty-eight days
until I hold you.
That’s four weeks
of seven days,
six-hundred
seventy-two hours
’till stars yawn
and groan,
and say “finally
you two can see
if fate is real,
and we’re all pawns.”

4.17.19

“Poverty should not be a crime.  But it is punished just the same.”

Things get worse before they get better
That is the way of Things, so They say
I say you never see rock bottom
If you can look back and laugh

It doesn’t bend all the way
Feels like there’s cables
Caught on a hinge
Fraying at the edges
Rolling over bone
Snapping like rubber bands
Burning like static shock
Aching like an anvil pressed
Against the sides
Always loose but
Always wrenched tight

Assumptions we make based on a
fragile glass menagerie, precarious
on a tight-rope stretched over the
amber desert canyon and the roaring
torrents running through it, so easy
to plummet and shatter and break
like so little nothing loves before
we were forged in iron-clad truths
few things are built by destiny
we were made to be the last

4.16.19

Food, like life, does not have to be expensive. It just has to be filled with love

I fear
What I cannot control
I cannot
Control everything
I fear
Everything

How do you trust someone
to be who they say they’ll be
when they’ve let you down
and you’ve let them go
before
six thousand miles
six time zones
six years of wrong decisions
sixty different anxieties
alone

When you’ve finally grown
accustomed not to have
to, It’s hell
to sleep alone