Come and See

dark hair curling on a
fontanel
buttered up to
your brand new
32 inch grin

and she said you're
not part of my
life
figment of the fantasy
I live in
two feet that should be
grounded
lofting in the condensed
white

it broke glass windows in
my house

because it was never about
you or me

it was always about her

2.5 years away
slowly letting go of a string
that i'll forever
be tethered to.

The Quiet

Drinking a cup of day old coffee
Starbucks asstacular Breakfast Blend
Selah playing broken roads in the
background changing to Wes King's
90s contrived Christian beat
making me mute the TV
taking another sip
of bitter
realization

you are not here
but I feel you
in the quiet

and the dryer
breaks the moment
spaghetti bowling
my dirty work
apron.

Lock Box

If you would be so
kind
as to carve my heart
that beating roobios
muscle
out of this 28-yeared
chest
and bury it away
behind copper and
steal
key lost in the bottle
no one will read
merlot
to some Tom Hanks
wannabe
washed up in the Isle
of shrunken heads
and yes they eat the
dead
in Papa's New Guinea
I'd greatly and dare I say
unabashedly appreciate it.

Because I've no use of the
sound
it makes
when I'm trying to sleep
no use of the
push
it has
when I'm trying to breath
no use of the ache it
feels
when I'm trying to see
the reality
of who we
1-2-3
human I'll race you
to another man's
misery
pretend to be.

It's better left to
cannibals and
movie stars.

Tips

Frozen digits tapping
timelessly on the keyboard
wishing they could catch up to
yesterday.