Glance

The mirror asks

Is this what you've come to?

Its reflection is charged, obscured

A raised eyebrow of knowing

Nods

Yes, it's ugly

So to turn away

The image will always be there

For study, reference, reminding, insult, lecture

Push Pin

The day gets away

It runs on rails

Speeding past pushy people

The balding man crosses the intersection 

Emergency siren draws attention 

I Can't Explain claims the lobby

Energies and entities push pin points

What is happening 

Twisting all outcomes

Such great thinkers evaporate

Drawn into a whirlwind of

Dead skin and insects

Inhale

Feast on the past

Above/Below

The man in 801 sits on his couch at the precise time that a floor below in 701 a woman sits on her couch, just under him, both facing north, connected magnetically in a mirror universe, wind-up toys living lives in cardboard boxes, running from room to room, opening drawers, changing channels, talking on the phone at the same time, living identical desperate lives, wondering what that noise is coming from the floor above/below. 

Inverse Life

Inverse life

Splayed, revealed, open

Conversing in double 

Split and bloodied 

Transparent 

Truth on display

Here I am

See?

Thrown to the lions

Tasty treat

Martyrs

We yearn for martyrs

To worship

To hold on high

To reference and guide

To die in our place

Dinner guests

The kids cook dinner while we sit on our asses. Joyous. Even if the food is burned it will be worth it. Even if we are forced to clean the dishes it will be water well spilled. Has the BBQ been turned off?

The Juggler

The red felt hat sits tall on your head, as if it contains a warhead or a giant cartoon bump, but it serves to counterbalance the star-filled orbs you are weighing, tossing, pulling apart by the cord that joins them.  Even then, with everything at stake, you show off by moving your left foot back, daring strangers to push you down, to challenge your confidence in an eternal life, and paying no mind to the rough waters that toss ships

Coffee

Half empty coffee cup
Liquid tepid
Dares another sip
Dip
Into room temperature
Molten promise faded

The Brainstormer

The damsel, brainwashed, spots a glowing fairy fly in the window
The invincible hero, relaxing in his tropical plantation, dreams about being a musician
The mysterious hero, fresh from hunting wild animals, pushes the cowboy into the arena
The inventor's lab has been demolished, vengeance for a crime
It's madness, certainly, but it is undercut by his intergalactic shield
Perhaps through self-preservation, the collapsed police station still resonates
A naturally nomadic porcupine wakes up transformed into a crab spider
Cautioned, the emaciated amoeba morphs into a barn owl
The makeshift steam punk finds his trailer too confining

Bees

We bother a hive

A swarm of bees

Angry

In formation 

Sends us running to the small pond

We duck our heads under

Wait for the bees to give up

Like the movies

Only they don't leave

The call their wasp cousins 

Who glide and dip

Touch the water 

We run out of air 

Gulp some above water

Return

Wait for our enemies to grow weary

Before we tire and drown

Sinking to the bottom

Sorry for antagonizing them

Objects in the Mirror

Objects in the mirror are
Closer than they appear
Or closer than you want them to be
They loom somewhere behind you
Pushing into your blind spot
Finding invisibility in what's left of your
Peripheral vision
People at parties employ this tact
They lurk a the punch bowl
Eying you
Moving to the end of the table when you cross the room
The ambiguous woman in the frozen foods section
Hides behind an open frosted door
Your higher ambitions
Your better self
Remain out of sight
Challenging you to find them

This is How You Will Remember It

At night, the dark seeping in through the window and under the closed door, your music echoed through the house, the same melody, over and over.  You were working on a song, trying to get it just right, tuning the guitar to your only pitch.  Then, when you got the melody just where you wanted it, you payed it a final time, singing carefully, sometimes as if you meant it, performing only for yourself.  I hear that song these days, and it brings a strange, sweet comfort I hadn't anticipated. Where is that guitar?

Wire

Wire was made here

Thin, thick

Steel, copper

Great iron rolls and pulleys 

Rails for protection

Wire straining, whipping 

Cutting throats

Opening abdomens

Spilling bellies to the floor

Mopped up and cleaned 

Before the years pass and

The restaurant opens

Two Liripoops

Two graduations

Two robes

Two liripoops

Two careers and hopes and dreams

And debts

Two worlds and two paradigms

Two drinks and two cities

Two timers

Too much

Two, too
To you

Flies

The light at the end of the tunnel burns bright

It pushes into flashes fantastic

Pulls at rubber faced villains

Asks them to grow a brain

For once

And when the switch is flipped

When it reaches enormous radio-like proportions

When it opens into a chocolate lake

We all take a backseat and

Tell the driver where to go

How to get there

Techniques for avoiding an accident 

Flies to appease the lord

Plot

Fortune met

All his money emptied

Crashes and burns

Falls like a river over a cliff

Asking, imploring

Hell!

And so it goes all the way down

Thinking that every chair should be padded

And all lines can be circumvented

Sear Sucker

Transitions pose themselves as change, but are present in sear sucker tailored jackets. Try me on! See how light I feel?  You can move with ease!  But no clothes are form fitting off the rack. They need pinning and cutting and sewing, so even then it will shrink and be constricting. 

Org Chart

Musical chairs begins at 8:30 eastern time, so now everyone can get in line and pony up with their complaints and insecurities. 

Shirt

He lives for now and in the future 

That this better be worth it

Projecting himself into situations, rooms, relationships 

Imagining and crafting tomorrow 

Writing an autobiography in advance 

The new shirt becomes a talisman 

Its price tag not yet removed

Already he has cast it into the future

Molding it into an item of myth and religion

Fabric faded, worn, pliable

Transferred into his favorite garment

A symbol of this moment and future remembrance 

Treasured

Admired by others

Until his future wife chides him for it 

And threatens to toss the ratty thing

Graduation Day

On graduation day we say get the hell out of here because we want our school back, so someone else can take your place and walk our halls and pay our fees, so naive cats can get lost and rush and vomit on our mall, so we can call you an alumni and ask you for money and claim all your accomplishments as ours.