I Grieve the Fallen Mustard

His name is a bird
Fitting, he’s flighty
I ran into him at Sparkle Market
Literally
And the mustard in his hand fell
We both stared
Simultaneous resolve to pick it up
Instead, naturally, we fell into each others arms?
No, no.

Weather Channeling

I am the lightning
Indecisive
Taking the path of least resistance
and quickly forgotten

Now I am the thunder
Startling and harmless
Making a big scene
and quickly ignored

Suddenly, I am the storm
Raining the hell I held for too long
You will all notice me now
and quickly

Vulnerable

I have this unruly desire to purge all these secrets
and be free, finally

But fear rises
and grabs that nonsense and shoves it right back
and I’m numb again

I’m on the edge:

Looking down I realize I’d fall
I’d surely be a mess
splattered out there for the world to see
Looking up I realize I could be flying
light, floating

Common sense tells me that flying will result in falling
But doing nothing
Staying in control
Not feeling
Maybe hasn’t been a fall
It hasn't hurt, true

But self-protection is losing its reason
There's that slight possibility
That I can trust you and let go



So I leap and tell you
Everything

Pick Up That Newspaper

stop looking for problems
you don't need pity
you're not miserable
pick up that newspaper
and pick up yourself
stop being so deliberate
it's retrograde
selfish
you're inaction in action
don't lie, you know what you want
your tank's full already
turn the car around
and face her

It's a Jungle Out There

It’s time I made a scene of my own
Everything’s perfect (too perfect)
We’re at the beach
Our kite whirls past picturesque cumulous clouds
I’m thrashing inside—a syncopated rhythm
Juxtaposed to the perfect waves
Sun shines down
And finally I decide to tackle the burn
There are bubbles of puss gathering on my right shoulder
It’s ugly
This day isn’t what we’d like to believe
We didn’t take precautions
Two minutes and sunscreen would’ve been fine
Two hours a week and counseling would’ve been fine
But now you simply decide everything
And behind the scene,
Our made up, beautiful scene
Roams an elephant
It’s over there by the hotdog stand
I hate that it’s so natural
To blend into the scenery
I’m the fly on the wall
So I don’t have to address this elephant in the room
There are sharks in the water
Don't you know that it’s dangerous to ignore the truth?
It's time to make a scene