Float on by

I've started to drift through the day

like a balloon come unhooked

from a hapless child's hand

that spirals ever upward

until it vanishes

from the collective memory

and reappears again

only when another child

lets go

I am that act

that accidental release

of a mind breathing in

the newness of a world

that doesn't need the balloon

to ground it

that doesn't need so much hot air

tethered to its hand

pulling it into the beyond

Giving up

We were talking about god
lowercase god
because neither of us
had enough faith in the other
to admit we believed
neither of us
believed

I guess that's what god is
to me at least
a pact signed off
in lamb's blood
that an idea
is worth giving up doubt
and insecurity

They seem like easy things
to give up on
but try forty days
in a desert of happiness
and you'll long
for just a glimmer
of despair

The paradox
if you aren't averse to the word
is that as unpleasant
as uncertainty can be
to give up on doubt
is to give up on humanity
to give up on the need for ideas

Oh Mr. Wolf

Meet cute
predator
prey
he's gnashing on the bones
of previous meet cute
which in retrospect
wasn't so cute
just meat
she's smiling that smile
with chompers
bigger than his
and that's the joke
only he can't see
past those pretty blue eyes
lies that twinkle
twinkle
till they're the stars
of his sky
till she becomes the sun
that keeps him at bay
and we're back at
predator
prey

The Teaches of Peaches

Eating peaches at 1 a.m.

and letting the juice linger

in my beard

on the tips of my fingers

and the veins traipsing their way

down my arms

improbably blue at this time of night

in this blackest period

before sleep

before I get up

from my makeshift blanket chair

and wash away this primal goo

that tastes so good