poems after sobriety

Chipping away at minutes and momentsHoping to make a something happenSpanging for a different resultSomething newI guessIt’s oddFinding outThat all you can really doIs spend your time wisely and prayPray that all your effort will be worth it

Crouched on the floor, repottingRemixing the soil with new tasteYour hands dirty the tape leavingcracks, hissing, & pops a plentyThe planter filled with new kindsOf flowers, succulents, and herbsA chance to record a bit of whoWe were when the track droppedThe cassette sits fading in the sunGrowing on me each time we playIt wasn’t what…

I want to see the stars againUs laid out in a Forest foreverQuiet in a way most city folkscan’t even imagine – only thesound of bugs, birds, & waterTo know peace with my handin yours. It takes seconds tofeel the weight of society slipaway. Watching the Sky, shine.A smile on my face, a shootingStarI wish…

The finding of snailson a walkwaycrushed & chewedSpat out flatReminds me ofThe East Bay SunShining downloveless & brightI poke funAt lesser GothsWho gave upSooner than IWould they wereA different breedsteadier in heatThen probably theywould join in tandem

“She’s a bitch”Says my future wifeto the speaker“Chirst” She blurtsover a knotted necklaceshe can’t fixI know these moments seem so smallBut I am gracious to have them all–The squeak of the floorboardsThe chips in the paint, orhow the burners are too hotWe talk of painting the wallsHanging up shelves and plantsThe idea of years passing…

A tide in Black, someone’s OdysseySharpened sunlight warming my tightsWhat better way to spend Mother’s DayThan somewhere in the thin place