Tuesday 12/03/2019 11:55:00 PM

the cold chafed us.we had spent ourselves in the wind. footsteps in the snow soon to be melted. the hungry routines of nature. against the callous arrogance of humans.

the distance told us. in the torn corners of the paper. missing words. and those that could never be unsaid.

the years came in a flood. we drowned in our choices pretending we knew how to swim.

smaller still than when we had begun. victims of our own perspective.

we were pulling on the threads. letting the blanket unravel. because the cold is nothing compared to our expectation.

we'll scold the wolf. though it hunts with purpose. we'll fault the rain. though it falls to feed  us. we'll tie ourselves in knots to retain what is lost.

the future arrives in punctured balloons and impotent funerals. we grieve not for what is gone, but for what we never had. we pour ourselves into hope's bubbling cauldron and resent when its magic isn't real.

we listen to the music. burdened by the dance of surrender. feasting on the scraps of sober.

playing hopscotch with the cold. as winter takes over. finding ourselves smaller still with every step.

Saturday 11/30/2019 11:50:00 PM

the ladder swayed. the wind was all bandages and antiseptic. as our wounds found their gravity.

i assumed we'd be brief. context defeats us. especially when we're eager.

we boasted warmth even when cold was all we had to offer. we wagered sun even as the rain would not relent.

it's soft. the color of our want. it's sharp. the edge we chase to determine where we are.

flesh asks its questions and we search for answers in bone and blood. but the body is merely a piston. a fragile machine in the engine that drives us.

we spin. as the miles devour us. we slow against the friction. as time bears down. victims of our own arrogance.

there's no time. there's too much of it. that is life's unrelenting paradox.

the apples cling to their branches while our arrows lay defeated. we hunt. in our softest voices. in our most profound grief. for the smallest of reasons.

Wednesday 11/20/2019 11:58:00 PM

the cold bit down hard. all molars.crushing what was left of tomorrow's skeleton. we were resolute in our amplitude. waves of worry debating the wind. certain of nothing except gravity. as it groaned beneath our fragile bridges.

i've counted the sticks. i've counted the stones. neither ever amounted to much. i've accused the villains. i've comforted the victims.but empathy has its own set of thorns.

we move through our lives. sparks running down their matchsticks. hungry to start a fire. we ignite. at the slightest friction. and die out just as quickly. we're all chemistry and no imagination. always desperate for a tragedy to make us shine.

we choked on summer. so used to the cold. we told our stories in broken needles. addicted to hope. even as it destroyed us.

we simmered in our grief. impotent tangents in the shadow of the hypotenuse. scavenging our moments as starvation began to set in.

Saturday 11/16/2019 11:15:00 PM

maybe it was time that convinced us. to consider the edge. how our words falls off into the darkness. turning every touch into an echo of what we once were.

it must have been the distance that spent us. intimacy choking on nickels and dimes. lost tends to find us just when we think we've reached where we are.

we waded through the thick of our flesh. needles sewing without thread. the storm wearing us. in scabs and blood.

the thieves were familiar as they stole what we'd already lost.

we ran softly. in the shadow of our expectation. souring slowly as circumstance disagreed.  losing ourselves  in the miles meant to find us.

we counted the cages we had constructed. all our want simmering just below the surface. all the  monsters that fill in our hollows.growing restless.

we tipped the pot. it all spilled out.

the colors faded. the noise was gone. we were strangers again.

Thursday 11/07/2019 11:14:00 PM

the oxygen was heavy as we sold our remaining breaths. we searched for profit in the depths of our losses.

compartments. that's what we have. a means to reconcile the fractured whole. illicit bridges between truth and hunger.

their plastic fingers gripped the air. fragile spiderwebs against the wind. heavy boxes full of nothing.

the years lumbered through her veins. all needles. no drugs.  just the prick. the puncture. the blood. all pain and color. and some random vaccine that fails to cure us.

it's the distance that tells us. in stilted adjectives and incompetent thieves. it's lost. it's taken. but it was never ours too keep. we're not victims. we're opportunists.

it's the lies that keep us warm. as the winter closes its fist.

it's gravity that t makes us jump as we approach the edge.

Monday 11/04/2019 11:43:00 PM

the empty staircase wore her well. the small folds humming in her head. a sovereignty of silence. an invasion of words. rampant with all the textures and colors of alone.

she was content to let the weather change. to let it change her.

the slopes were steep. the distance was sharp. all the random blades that solve for want.

the bridge swayed. as gravity asserted itself. we chased the knots in our voices. little dolls searching for their faces.

how far we've gone we don't know.  there's no capacity limit on our willingness to be broken.

we weighed their deflated dresses. as we gnawed on their plastic bones. we assumed youth would finance our escape. instead, we just grew old.




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