Belle Glade

keys inside, engine
on. leaning, waiting, dreaming
of bridges burning.

Although...

Falling to pieces,
giving the finger to the
want to end act III.

Oh, and it was fun.

without irony,
i used my Fun Pass at the
at the Fun Depot.

poetry

not speaking to you,
but if it seems i am, then
i'm doing it right.

That one, not this one...

remember that love?
when it made you feel crazy,
but in a good way?

Running with palms cupped,
cradling the delicate
water seeping through.

radicals in the
kitchen. communists in the
hall. me in my room.

Not a euphemism.

she came to straighten
out my back room and instead
nested and rested.

Do not what I say
good leadership imitates
all that they don't say.

the sunday clouds keep
back the heat. today is good
for meandering.

Stanzas and minutes.

thank lines and thank time.
lines and time keep it all from
happening at once.

The face she made was
akin to when you're tasting
piss and vinegar.

i know i'm young still,
but do i have enough years
to claim perspective?

she comes to in dreams,
pockets of fluff she's made for
herself to wake in.

In City Slickers,
Crystal is prophet, "Your
twenties are a blur."

she still controls me,
she still comes to mind when i
run. towards, sorta.

And in my basket, vanity.

heartburn medicine,
conditioner and meal bars
for the at-work lunch.

"quantum of solace."
what on god's green earth? is that
even good grammar?

As he always does,
the loneliest, luckiest
man always looks down.

girlfriend got sick from
no a/c. makes me glad mine
broke on a weekday.

Telling our story,
the good, the bad, the ugly,
Lacking quality.

the endless comings
and goings of karma are
enough to exhaust.

Analyzation
brings identity to the
ones often ignored.

Toll paid.

enjoy happiness!
i've taken and hidden the
world's pain in my back.

peter said i should
write a haiku. sorry i'm
such a slacker. peace.

Falling behind to learn how to catch up.

this is what i need
to do to stay employed.
this is what i do.

Uncomfortable,
indifferent in your eyes,
inconsequential.

Sipping late night tea,
falling asleep to Nixon,
like you imagined.

My mind's packed away,
for it looks like I will be
dancing in cement.

i read my notes: "sun-
shine red something i can't go."
what was I thinking?