Stories

The stories are the same
For those who fight, for believers
In the faith. Born of the same
Mothers with brown eyes and fear,
They clambor for their own right.

As the world is torn and the idealism
Of our fathers has been stolen from
Their sons.

Thursday In.

Fireflies green and leaves
The evening is for insects
The city may call,
But home simply has to wait.

Meaningless? Hopefully.

Had a dream that I was dodging the momentum guy from xmen and had to jump off a building - side note I kept asking him why me and he kept saying "you's there" and I woke up thinking "poor english" - anyway so the gay indian kid from weeds turned out to have super powers and saved me.

Esse 3

He stopped sitting
As sitting brought thoughts of her.
But standing seems to do the same.

Not

He is not the out
Nor the in he once thought.
Wait and he will be.

Fly

Oval window, tight seat
Hurtling in a steel tube.
And a saffron sunset.

Profile

Profile of a girl not
Un-pretty. She switches seats.
My heart betrays me.

Passive

She was stoic like
Those I grope for attention.
When she broke - a flood.

Pretty Girl

Sometimes we look for
Simply a glimmer of hope.
Small cries in the night.

Cookies

After seeing that movie
I wanted to smell like cookies
Perhaps she likes them.

Boy

New paths cut from vines,
Spring showers calm the noon throb
Thorn bites bleed at dusk.

Factory

The sound of filing
Grease stained men
A hammer louder
And louder still.

The heat from machines
The heat from a window, open.
Small steel bowls
Formica Formica Formica.

Paper, walls, desks, all yellow.
A lady who has the scent of heat
Steel lockers and now
Clack, clack, clack...of what?

A hope torn
From a small
Man.

Golf Day

Salt, lime and dirt
Grass green, brown earth, and sky blue
To the goose; I'm sorry.

True

In his absence she
With almond eyes cast down
Drought burned grass

Summer

When silence breaks
The habit of longing
Strange humor; new man.

Saturday

Shit shows,
Summer evenings,
Thunder, and thick
Green leaves.