cleaning day(s)

returns each month
i scrub the sink
and find myself
needing to sweep.
The cupboards emptying
scores of things
head off to the trash or
Salvation Army, armed to
invade another home.
Listening to Blues Traveler
makes the day so much better
and soon i’m dancing in the kitchen
as you approach
stealthy dirtying my body, again.
I just cant win
this battle against dust,
dust in the wind,
the wind and my fate
forever on my knees.
Kings of Leon explodes
the windows,
shattering glass
as i top-toe past your bleeding
body, i fly away.

You, still crazy
for me after all these days
and ways of my traveling blues
needing someone like you.

(I really have been cleaning yesterday and today in between writing posts. hahaha j)

My current playlist:

Moondance, Van Morrison
Bitter Sweet Symphony, The Verve
Cigarette Daydreams, Cage the Elephant
Hook, Blues Traveler
Crazy, Gnarls Barkley
Use Somebody, Kings of Leon
Big Empty, Stone Temple Pilots
What’s Up, 4 Non Blondes
The Fray
Mad World, Gary Jules

Keep it at bay

Maine, May 2016

Put on protection.
Go ahead. I don’t mind.
We’ll wander in the forest
a bit longer.

Clouds in the valley
riding high
no reason why
I should feel this way.

I stave it off
drowning us
in another house,
covered by water.

Is there a reason
I keep it at bay?
I’ve done so well
to keep us together.


i know what i know and you know what you know
and our minds may never meet.
i feel what i feel and you feel what you feel
and our hearts are both complete.

i say what i say and you say what you say
and our mouths both speak truth.
i want what you want and you want what i want
so lets make this bloom of youth.


Let me
drape these words upon you
wipe your brow.
Whisper little somethings like
I understand you now.

The story never finishes, curving past river banks, we stop and rest a while. With all this time, you and I, no worries about tomorrow. 

Off to paddle another day, no matter bow or stern, we fashion our way to the end of the world.

He calls me worthy

I can never promise,
rabid thoughts seep in
and never beautiful.

I hope you understand,
my battling within,
channeled tears of unbelief.

You call me worthy.
I only wish,
your wish too much to bare.

A skeleton devised,
my answer being
believing love’s snare.

Our world split open
two pods without seed
silence and languor exist. 

Deserving chipper years to you.