In the Fall

I found another poem! Keep in mind this one is not supposed to be sad or strange.

The children laugh and
call out to one
another. They play
the games they’ll never play
again, inside the whirling cold
of this morning’s breeze –
occasionally dancing within
the sun’s glimmer, light
and warm.

But it makes them sweat underneath
the thick wool sweater that
Mom laid out for them an hour ago.

Their innocent voices jump in pitch
for every drop of their adrenaline,
and they shut their eyes to
feel the wind brush between the few
uncovered gaps of exposed skin –
between their knuckles and their wrists,
between their ankles and their shins.

And only do they gaze out again
once they feel before them stands a friend.

and it helps me think
and it helps me think

As I wrap my palms around my head
and lie before the daylight pouring
in-
-to this wooden box where I often
sit-
-and wait.

And then the voice of one tired kid
quiets down

And then the rest become like him

I hear nothing, save the sharpened wail
of the sparrow, of the bluebird, of the crow
and the churchbell ring – an hour later now

The firey light that the sunset brings
reminds me that I’ve not left this box

because I could think
because I could think

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Ars Poetica

To lay in the dark,

without purpose or

prospect,

is to seal one’s own will

and to welcome decay.

The burning sensation

of boredom, which

squirms and burrows

in one’s skull is the precursor

to madness.

Yet, if one stops for a moment,

he can see his

slim and pasty fingers

flick and jitter and

ache and crave

the passage of thought.

All Of Us

To Crave Is…

To flail beneath the surface for air
inches from where blue meets white and
never reach the soft cool wind

To lie in a damp black room with
one window outside of which
a tiny stained bulb cracks and
snaps at you; your only thoughts
of how you haven’t eaten
all day

To breathe softly on a friend’s
back porch and stare
into the trees, listening to
the swarming insects,
finding mates and loving
their nectar, and grinding your teeth
because your nectar is
gone again.