11:00am

Bitterness is dust
Blow it all away
No time to scrub to no end
A heart thought sickly stained

Dear darling you have everything
Just look above the waves
- you own the wide and open sky;
the sun is yours to tame.

3:03pm

A lighter in one hand
One hand on the rail
Knuckles pale, buckling knees
Shaky resolve, tentative spirit
Should I? Should I?
Let it all burn -
or sprint across again;
chase every panel
or drop the flames
And let it end.

10:34pm

You spin your promises like webs in the wind;
Hanging in every unlit corner,
Dangling from concealed ends,
A slivered whisper of the yet to come.

Though I am startled by the invisible thread
Welcome is the slick of silk upon my skin.
To be caught at every stop --
Tangled in your words evermore.

9:21am

Empty bucket -
Silver paint bits flake off the rim
The handle rusts,
It sits in in dust
Waiting to be filled.

It is old -
it has no holes
though the walls wear thin.
Dull and still -
The breathless object
Keeps air within its well.

12:14pm

I write more poetry
I keep it to myself
Privacy -
Words no one ought to see.