Stolen Sunlight


The stolen sunlight trickles down
simmering on our placid faces
wisps releasing silent steam hang
our time together, frozen as
dew on the pine trees whose
slender fingers tie the our cords
into a hang-mans knot, criminal only
of stealing days punishable by being
noosed for the rest of the night.

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Mockery


You stood both beside and behind
myself, jesting in an improvised mockery
of my words that had struggled through the very
space between us, to reach you,
as if you took our very interaction for granted.

Red Balloon


Your new Red balloon
swelled with contained joy,
but was never able to float you
away into the endless sky since
you gripped it too tight.
Weighing it down
as your heart steadily beats,
pumping air into your grounded feet
and sweaty palms,
all the while burdened by
a heavy look in your Red framed eyes.

Serious Rest


I hear my fingers silently reach,
delving into my denim pocket for the key
exhuming old-fashioned fantasies of adventure
juxtaposed in freshly defined black-ink,
spelling out “one way” on mass manufactured card stock.
The way however is never specified
so I recline, my serious thoughts resign to the
path set before, taking that pre-laid track
alongside others; but my trip
is different.
They know their destination,
eyes set, gleaming with determination to
get off at the right time,
others though, eyes closed or holding a gaze
with the floor stained by lament
for missing one stop,
still I enjoy my ride.
My traveled miles are arbitrary as
distance becomes useless when measuring
my memories, my childhood gets reborn on this journey,
imagination re-enters my vocabulary
re-defining my everything
until nothing is some-thing,
until I can…
halt, a sudden jerk brings an end
to previously endless seas of autumn leaves
replaced by unearthly steel
encased in adult marble.
Now my childish thoughts play on
in the back of my mind,
their only safe-haven.