Tuesday, April 10, 2012

In the Middle

I don’t care for blank slates.
Why start anew when I’ve already begun?
New beginnings feel naked and cold
And disembodied somehow,
But life in the middle of the checklist,
Below the done but before the do –
It feels Goldilocks right –
Warmed by the blaze of possibility
But cooled by sober experience –
It’s spring:
Opportunity sprung up from decaying failure,
The dandelion that grows on the dung pile.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Assembly Required

Ask me later,
When I’ve had sufficient time
To unpack my words,
Spread them onto the table,
Marry tongue with groove,
And present you with a lie
Better assembled than the truth.   

Friday, April 6, 2012

Claw Machine Doll

I won’t hide today,
Behind characters contrived to say
The words that perch
Impertinently on my tongue
With brazen threat
But dearth of deed.

I will verbalize,
Embody what I divine
When my fingers
Trace the cracks in my youth:

That it isn’t too late
To keep the moon awake all night,
To stop living like a claw machine doll,
Painted emotions and plastic love
Awarded to a lucky winner.