My wings
Don't match
But today
I shimmer

Those comfort memories
The ones I count on
That
Crawl their way into
My mind and heart
The
Ones I'm most
Fond of
Are those days
The sun was going down
Beaming good night
Crispy apple air
Veil of warmth
And spice
While
Fawning
Over you
Looking out
My car window
Waiting
For something
Different
I know you are
Just  
A daydream
I need to forget

I did not like
What I saw in this
Mirror
So I changed
Mirrors

Lend me your eyes
And I will lend you my ears

For you
I can shed your tears

For me
You can whisper away my fears

Two winged tiny seed
I wish I could be
To make the aroma
Of summer and spring
Died away broken
Came back strong
Surprise you with
Beauty of paints
Dripped from above
A whole parade for just you
So beautifully hued

A cheesy 70’s drama soundtrack
And the choppy muttons
An 80’s sitcom opening theme
With the track of fake laughs
A 90’s epic movie ending credits
Award winning sweeping songs

These things are now vintage
And priceless if you actually lived them

How much
Do you need to win
Before you realize
How much you’ve lost

The gamble of fame
Years of building
Bets and wagers
Pay up

It’s quite alright that
The Wookiee has no pants
Neither do most of us
In our video chats

I was conceived
At a drive-in movie

Maybe that’s why
I get motion picture sick

Life can sometimes
Be the pits
But it’s the pits
That protect the seeds
That make
Things grow
Into the sweet and tender

Minding my own business
Hanging out with Irène
I heard “you’re perfect”!
What does this mean?

Don’t think much of myself
Bumpy hard skin, scars a plenty
Someone thinks I’m awesome
Fine with me just let em

I had to be cut open and gutted
To see my true beauty
Had to say goodbye to Brad
Been there for me, it was his duty

Look how beautiful we are Irène!
Creamy, soft, luscious to the taste
I’m so happy we are in the bowl
Did I just hear many yells of praise

Grown men with helmets on
Throwing around a ball
Everyone wants some of us
Yelling at their screens over a call

Who’s that Irène? He’s something!
That’s Chip! He’s handsome I say
Strong perfectly salty and built
I hope I can meet him today

Now it’s me and Chip forever
Irène set her own sights
At this Super Bowl party
Crunchy smooth love at first of  many bites

Does the one you adore
Feel like home?
Do they sound
Like home?
How you think
Home
Should be.
True it's
Easy to say
Just go home...
Harder
If the feeling is
Alone

Some days you feel like that best seller
Up front, all glorious on display

Some days you feel like you’re in the the 90% off bin...
(Only needed to prop a door open)

You are that boy
I showed up to school for
The one who never knew
What he meant
To me
Wanting to be wanted
Just in case
He looked up
But never did
Still...
I always think
About him
His essence
Follows you around
The way I do

In a world
That makes no sense
I feel like a book
I don't understand
Language is foreign
My chapters incoherent
Mixed up
I love my Title
My cover art
Illustrations are grand
But my story
Makes no sense
Is this how my story
Will always seem?
Will I ever learn
How to read your story
If unable to know my own?
Needing to look up my small
Words
To understand your bigger words
Somehow
Someday
I may
Understand
I just hope it won't be
My last words

Covering my exposed
When you know it’s cold
Warms my whole body
Because it’s love
That it knows

Fashioning a new crutch
For one’s old crutch

Might never heal
One’s achilles heel

I wished to paint
The brown birds
Outside
The color
Of our son’s blue eyes
Inside
To my amuse
Which part did
I disabuse
The part were you can
Wish
Colors on birds
Or that we have
A son
And his eyes are
Blue

You do the printing
I will do the cursive
Let's get entangled
And generate our own
Fancy script

I'll be the flower in your garden
Golden mustard yellow ones
So rich. warm and soft
Like the sun with a blanket on

Nature is a gift.

Your brows
If you over preen
Will have to lean
On the likings of
A sharpie pen
In the color coffee bean
Then you will be
A vampire queen
Looking ever so mean

Is
there
an
award
show
for
the
best
award
show?

I was in love
With a moment in time
And it broke my heart
Over and over
It left,
Returned,
Left again
Why do you torment me?
It was about to answer
Then
It was gone

If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time

There's an esoteric drug
Called Ciretose
It cures lack of
Neoteric qualities
For side effects
Take Ciretoen
It will reverse them
Don't mix them up

Grainy images
From the
Darkroom of
Your psyche
Develop quickly
Fade slowly
Reflecting
Illuminations

Screaming out
From the inside
Roaring as a train whistle
Only the restless can hear
And then...
Quickly
Fades away

My cat won't cuddle
Lost my car, too
Forgot where I parked
I'll just watch some
Jeapardy clues
I have no snacks
And my boots are broken down,
Mary Lou
hates the word slacks, and with mixed drinks, she goes to town!
I lost my dog
I lost my truck
I lost my girl
I wonder what's on Cozy TV right now?
Pretty sure it's Monk
Sorry, I got distracted, Mary Lou
Sad you're
Feeling melancholy and blue
I mean it's my only pair of shoes
Can you fix my boots, please ?
With some whiskey
Or some twine
She said
"Try some shoestring
Even try some wine"
Walking all over town
Pondering
Mary Lou
That's actually how my boots feel
Right now...
Very blue
And it's not
Not just my shoes

You looked at me
Cleared your handsome voice
Took a deep breath
Forgot all the words
Then kissed me

Beautifully expressed my sweet

Did you forget to kiss me?
Did I forget to kiss you?
No
He forgot to say
“Kiss the bride”

Finally
Sealed by the
The touch with lips
Never a day goes by
With a forgotten kiss

Eight legged beauty
Spinning your web architect
Stare in amazement

Unexpected  
Fast
Deep
Sharp
Felt it in my nerves
Ending
Held it
A few seconds
Blanched white
Then watched it
Slowly bleed
A drop
One drop
And to think
It was only paper...
This time

~
Girl You Know It’s True
Your hair looks terrible
Don’t blame it on Lorraine
Your furloughed hairdresser
Blame It On The Rain
And Lorraine
Girl I’m Gonna Miss You
~

You are
What you repeat
Broken record broken

The obscene
Love to cause a scene
Especially when deleted

It’s great when
The garbage
Takes itself out

The only piece
You let anyone see
Is the broken one....

And
It is beautiful
As is

I spoke your language
With you,
I tried,
But meaning was lost
Meaning was everything
And yet became nothing
I can't speak
Your language
Anymore
It's a choice
You made
Long ago
By fracturing
My abilities
To understand
You

My life is an open
coloring book
Please use crayons

Pleasant nap time
Windows shining through
The filtered sun right amount
Please stand still
Like a broken clock
I wish it didn’t count