Fog is bellowing
Where my vision was once so clear
Obscured in the opaque
Plagued by the pangs of -
Belly ache pains,
I’m so hungry for closure
That I can taste the air like a birthday cake
I’ll blow out the candle -
And let the dark consume as I fade out of frame.

I always knew, when the luster wore off
And all my paint chipped,
I’d be discarded and misused -
Stricken by boldness
Like a highlighted bible verse
There is scripture in the way you smite
The very holiness of my utmost intention
Pure as spring water -
Bottle my countenance
And set me by the fire,
Contents under pressure.

You rode the transient train
And I was just a stop along the way,
Puzzling the lines that curve your face
Seeing if I fit in or was it the wrong time and place

Embracing timed moments
Hoping it meant more than a frame
Where time elapses like a photograph
In a flash it was gone
Didn’t know I could be so succinct.

The conductor blows his horn
And I see you border on the borderlines
Mind made up and the engine is running
How could you be so certain..
I would not be the one you chose
In a blink of a moment-
That curved round your face
I’m puzzling the pieces
Wondering if I could have fit in
I never knew I could be so succinct

The brilliance of the
ladybug landing on
my white coffee cup
as the wind blows through
the bedroom window
I think of ee cummings
and Buffalo Bill,
Mom, Dad, and the
rest of the dead.
The computer calls to me.
But I won't answer.
It's the Sabbath, and the
rest will do us all some
good.