“Fugue State”

“Fugue State”

All of a sudden,

somehow,

detachment is necessary for survival.

Topsy-Turvy,

sailor’s scurvy.

There’s no one in the crow’s nest.

Uncharted course approaching,

at breakneck speed.

Seasick,

Netflix and spill,

your guts over the Starbucks side.

Waves are swelling.

But, if you focus on the horizon,

a tidal wave is building,

Momentum gathering at a point.

When will it get here?

Waiting on the coastline for a Tsunami is tremendously boring.

A great scourging purge will claim the abomination we dreamt,

and teach us new universal truths.

Wandering, faces aglow.

The aroma of Huxley’s soma,

drawing us further into ourselves,

without hope of surfacing for air.

It was tech’s JOBS, to imprison us behind the GATES.

Barbarians are we, gates or not.

“Lost”

“Lost”

I feel the confusion in your kisses.

Open mouthed and adrift.

A beauty when your sweaty,

you drive my madness swift.

A desert expedition,

a traveling caravan.

I’m a gypsy in your harem,

a crusader in your land.

Your heart is fixed in motion,

why the need, to act so cold?

a chance at your devotion,

is worth its weight in gold.

I huddle in a dungeon,

a prison meant to keep.

you liberate my passion,

and set my soul at ease.

“Packed Lunch”

Image courtesy of L. Alvarado

“Packed Lunch”

Cherry tomatoes, celery.

Mini-carrots, stringy cheese.

Butter crackers, square Cheez-Its.

snack-sized baggies, so it fits.

Raspberry juice box, flexi straw,

ice pack cooling, as it thaws.

My day brings many, many things,

while you’re at school, I’m in meetings.

The only way I get to be,

there for you, is when you eat.

So, look at each and every piece,

and know I put my love in between.

When I make your lunch for you,

I’m hoping your day goes smooth.

We’ll meet up later,

to hash it out.

And you’ll tell me,

what to keep out.

And when I go to make it new,

I’ll remember the revised menu.

“Low Battery”

“Low Battery”

Where went the urgency we once had?

What happened to our fluid flow?

Life got a hold of both of us,

and placed passion in escrow.

Get getting gotten gone,

resolve to start again.

A Once to hang Upon,

beginning nears an end.

The daily grind of living,

smothers spontaneity.

A self-imposed life sentence,

oh, dream of liberty.

End of days, dark silence.

Sitting hand in hand.

A quieted alliance,

is what true love demands.