Opening
Fear knocked on the door, would not stop
until I answered it and Hope flew out.
I bend my knees and grab the bar
I straighten my back I explode
upward and throw the weight into
the air and catch it with my chest
I hold it there I breathe and breathe
again I let the sweat trickle down
my cheek I check to see who’s watching
there’s no one I drop the weight slowly
back to the floor and bend my knees
and grab the bar and straighten my
back and explode again I throw and
catch and drop and bend I rise and
dip I peak and valley in this bipolar
exercise this mirror exercise this lift
that is me flying and falling me being
caught and dropped me lying on the floor
waiting to be tossed into the sky again
stares
at his tiny hands
tears down the wall
of his perception
watches a butterfly obliterate
his hateful thought with the grace
of its wings
plops down on the whoopie
cushion of his ego
deletes
his twitter account
opens
walk in closet
tries to face skeletons
one
by one
but there are far too many
needs this out
of body experience
to see his life
has been an out of mind
experience
needs this out of control feeling
to dream
of getting peed on
again
sees faces of people
he’s fucked over
in the worn brick
sees his face
in his glass
tower
picks up
a stone
Took two hours to get out of bed this morning
because there was too much comfort
in the words “zero obligation.”
Besides a few adult things
to be peppered into this freedom,
this is seven days,
one hundred and sixty eight hours
devoted so much to me,
I’m not even required to shower.
(Don’t worry, I’ll do that much at least,
I love how my hair feels after)
The wind is currently blowing through my hair
as I sit outside my apartment writing
in the beautiful sun
because I can do that today.
No “basically having to run a restaurant for my job,”
not this week.
And despite the fact that I’ve recently endured
heartbreak and lost friendships, I find
the friends that are still around
and the friends I’ve yet to meet
sustain me.
And honestly, I kind of like not having
an “other” to draw me into
payments of attention
as if the rent is due.
Life is not about the next dollar you make,
or the next lover you kiss,
or the next vacation you take.
Those are nice for sure
but it’s all about finding contentment,
loving yourself regardless of circumstance
and looking to tomorrow with an eye of hope.
Today I’m getting a little work done on the car.
Tomorrow some laundry and maybe I’ll catch a movie.
After that, quite frankly
I don’t really care.
Two tight knees
carrying bundles of bees
but I still don’t see any honey
You’re not yourself
Carrying someone else
And your truth is only unwinding
When the balancing act
Breaks your back
You’ll know where to find me
God’s artistry
ignites
around gray concrete
we stand
on a mountain
you, my bride
next to me
beauty in full scope
endless trees
beauty at 5’6
adorned in dress
when it’s dark
we look at stars
hands holding
you ask
what would it be like
to touch one
i squeeze her hand
i imagine
it would feel something
like this
We are in a large room
The adjacent room is also large
We are in a medium-sized group of people
There is room enough for everyone to move freely
So, why are you folks congregating right in front of the doorway?
Others have to squeeze by you to get into the next room
Is there a law of physics, or perhaps a characteristic of collective behavior, that explains this phenomenon?
I have read two lengthy biographies of Albert Einstein, and I don’t remember any of his theories addressing this subject–at least not directly
I took a sociology class in college, and this might have been covered, but I really don’t remember
So, what if I set off the fire alarm?
No, you all would just block the exit
OK, just sliding through
Good thing I’m a pickpocket
There’s a lot of money in these wallets.
