Boarding

Oh glorious day of sun and shining.
In this city of fences to block
Gates that lock
Closed fortress walls behind
Where they hide

Fear and comfort with the security that's constructed
Made to be connected from
Th separation that doesn't quite
Make sense.
If we stop to see the colors.

Bright walls
Mosaic bridges
A kaleidoscope of doors, storefronts, and ads
Clustering familiarity
Helping us hope.

That hope cuts through fences and
Knocks over walls.
Where in this city we are unified.

The splendor of the sun and blue
Paling when compared to the
Sparkling stars and water that we
Experienced upon boarding.
Climbing and finding a view.

That's where I met you
Sitting in the wind of the city and
The glow of a checkered skyline
Talking on the edge
Baring huge smiles and
Giddy with excitement for who
We could become as
We explored who we are.

Morning

The morning air meets my freshly pounded face.
Waking up is normally an unpleasant experience of
My body feeling like it's been contorted to strange shapes
Positions of uncomfortable sleep
A circus act of my dream space with an
Inflexible performance on the tight rope of the
Hours from 1 am til now.

This morning I don't feel like I fell
The smell and the sounds actually refresh
A breeze persuades my drapes to dance and
The chirping of a few high flyers orchestrates
The sky still dim
Letting the sun ease through the clouds
The air chill, reminding of the ability I have to feel.

Time for things to change
Societies rules are about to take over again
The season of play and reunion moving out
With that wind.
The leaves will no longer glimmer green,
But a gold glow will fill
Their place on the branches sprawling to cover.

Hi

I don't know what to do about this feeling
You know, that one
When I feel the compelling sense to
reach out and
Touch.
When you are near me and
cute enough for me to have that
strange urge to grab you around that
thin waist and pull you tight..
To wrap myself around you and
for you to return the squeeze.
It'd feel so right,
To stand or sit or lay
Cuddled together
Comfortable in your long arms.
To have your dark face turned toward me.
Those strong features not
too interested in mine.
Since you don't care much,
my little heart will hide and
I'll simply say "Hi".

dim

Flying low
Slowing hover,
As if to request a catch.
Asking to be held.

Knowing a faster speed would
Give less illumination
Patiently showing the light from their creation
Taking a pace for those watching to see.

Not racing but waiting,
Full of brilliant shine.
Pieces of yellow glow
Scattered to guide the
Ones without lights
To add definition to the dusk.

I Should Do my Laundry

Boom
drip
drip
Boom
drip
drip
Boom
Wake up call with natural
Alarm inside helped by the
beat.
Dim light early dawn beat box
Beckoning the day
With the
Drizzle and pound.

sore throat

My voice.
I've got one.
yeah
Normally loud
Sometimes obnoxious
Probably in your way.

My voice.
I'll sing with it
Chatter too much with it
Play with it
Think through it
Speak from it.

It scratches the air like the claws of that calico cat
Pawing on the window to break though
Into here
Houses waiting to be filled with voice.

I don't like how it sounds
I don't want you to hear the
Mistakes so often made
But hey.
I can still make noises

I'll take some responsibility upon
This heart of mine
This throat
These vocal chords.
They'll do what they can
Though it'll probably hurt a bit
By Friday night when I have time to
Finally think about it.