#5

a swing
and a miss
the swing-
hopeless but hopeful
after the miss-
hopelessness pervades
something changed
yet i feel
nothing gained
nothing lost

Moxie

Moxie turns bitter in your mouth
But not after pleasing you for a few seconds
You think,
“Wow, this couldn’t be more perfect”
but then out of the sweet sea foam
rises a kraken that spits algae down your throat
“What have I done?” you think
Well, the truth is, you’ve tasted the only beverage worth drinking:
one that gives, then takes
one that reminds you, you’re not a king

The Persistence of…

The old days were once written in frosty breath
on my window,
but now they fade
leaving traces of
lost faces.
I draw the shades and
light splinters through
spilling onto my floor
lines and fragments.
I try to piece it back together
but for the first time
the murals of my memory have vanished.
What is–
never was
What was–
never more.

Lamentation

Today, I weep for a stranger,
who I watched from afar
like a jester in a tragedy.
I cry as I sing his final words:
a mere melodic hush followed by a sentiment.
He would scold my tears if they fell upon him,
but oh how I wish I could weep over him
and bear him new life in the calming shower of love.

The Last Poem

The old Aqualung
settles in a corner
with a resigned cough
Memories inked on his face
and a bottle in his hand
this chapter is ending soon
see you later
see you later
If I see you at all