Super Glue Operation

Hours

of proximity

were warm bursts.

We swam through the chills.

In the concrete ocean, 

we were the insistent blooming trees.

Hours

they passed by

and came again

changed slightly

we went through them with care

we plodded

until we landed 

on the bench

Ignoring the table’s distant chair

Silence was our primary song

but laughter, the kind that comes

from those that believe little

and sense too much,

creased the sides of your mouth

and roared from my cavern

Poor circulation

a hand in another's pocket

for the final

stroke home.

Winter not relenting

spring succumbing

sauce and meat

dinner 

with legs crossed

on the floor.

We were before something

and we were something

The last hour

a super glue operation

You hold the sunglasses together

I'll apply the glue

Super glue operation

Hours
of proximity
were warm bursts
like swimming through a chill
in the ocean
they passed by
and came back again
changed slightly
we went through them with care
On concrete and grass we plodded
until we landed on the bench at the bar
Ignored the chair at the table's end

Silence was our primary song
but laughter, the kind that comes
from those that believe little,
and love too much
caused two creases on the side of his mouth
and wild roars from within my cavern

The last hour
a super glue operation
You hold the sunglasses together
I'll apply the glue

It was before something

and it was something

Reacting

3 tons of water
Dropped like
Bricks
Explode On top of 
Too many splitting 
Atoms
The 3 inch
Hand of a baby
Put in the tube
For more reacting
 damage
the company men
Calm us
The government 
Reports
The truth 
Eludes us 

60 degrees farenheit

They say its going to be
60 degrees Farenheit today

The geese were loud this morning,
barking
in the sky
gliding past
the apartment

It was a long winter

Atrophy of muscular structure
change in molecular makeup
We let it happen

It was a quiet winter

Here we watched
While we toiled

It was a revolting winter

30 years
of enduring
the silent daily betrayals
erupted into
the small flames
of a fruit seller
those flames had children
spewing
their pains across
dialect
and terrain

It was a cold winter
We went in
and what we saw
was not enough
not okay

what if

what if you got so used to
your hiding place
you forgot
that you were hiding

How Far Do You Have to GO

Before you are certain you are smart, successful, good, worthy?

Is it the journey you love?
Or Is the finish line you are waiting for. The linesman there, telling you:
NOW YOU ARE ALLOWED TO STOP
STOP
ST
S

The Grown Up Good Decade

Commences.

We all went into debt, traveled the world, ate overpriced dinners, indulged our egos on twitter, bought energy inefficient everything, and ignored our neighbors. Now that all of that is out of our system, now that we made our mistakes...we can spend time being responsible for our actions, thinking through what we do and why, and make some good in our communities.

I'm an optimist.