you’re on a plane but you are not coming home,
waiting in line, third for take-off, a life through
oval windows, and you’re off again, gaining air
losing ground, time spend moving around,
departures and arrivals, runways and wind direction,
climbing and descending, landing gear,
it’s just another day, another day I drink tea alone,
another day the sky claims home
Use all your tools
To crush her, to grind
her unrecognizable.
Show her what happens
when someone leaves
you, leaves YOU.
She’ll be sorry when
there’s nothing left
of her but
pieces
of
broken
Watch her crumble,
stomp on her, kick
what’s left, and then
call her a breakdown,
a total loss, a waste,
watch her fall
trying to save
the children,
holding them
up, keeping
their heads
just above
your angry
tide, while
you, you
laugh at
her struggle,
watch the waves
swallow them,
and whisper in your
tiny, monstrous voice,
“I win.”
childhood days
upside down
reflections
You make a joke
You throw a joke
I am the joke
Can’t I take a joke
They laugh, they look
You smile, I within
I am the joke
What’s wrong, but
They know, I just
Can’t take a joke
I am the joke
It is me
And they laugh
At your jokes
They laugh at me
You grow like
A giant fed by
Their laughter, and
I shrink – tiny, tiny
Me, and that makes
An even better joke
So you say that, too
The laughs swallow
Me up, tiny me
disappears
Like
a
joke
Inside
The words she hides
Underneath
Muffled gray skies
Between
Boarded up eyes
Within
Worn down outsides
Somewhere
She cries
Inside
the water held green, and it loved
pink so deeply that the sun rose each day
just to watch how green surrounded her true,
protected every petal and blush, and she
cherished him and stretched her bloom,
and the water was their canvas, so nothing
would change, and the reflection made
all that grew timeless, and we knew
this face
abandoned
still looking
Talking to the Clouds 