three brief trains

Gloomy June mornings in the land of eternal
sunshine is a thing that should not be,
though, it occurs often enough to elicit
observations of how unfair
the weather is being to us. As if
the weather owed us anything. As if
life owes us anything at all.

I will not wait for what I desire,
I will go to it
with both feet running,
lungs breathing deep,
exhaling essence,
straining to attain
what matters most.

My tongue has grown tired of itself,
wonders what you'd taste like,
wonders if we'd be agreeable together.

Three Pieces

I.

I won't tell you how to live
if you'll do the same for me.

I need help now and then
I hope you don't mind If I call.

What are we for 
if not for small acts of grace.

I need you more than ever
it just gets so hard some days.

We are all the world has given us.


II.


You said
I'd be happy at the end of world
as long as you were around.

I am gone and I know what it means.


III.

Carve up your fears into ghosts