Man Out of Time

The birds were awake

before Manhattan.

Tesla was tinkering

with something revolutionary

and dawn had said

goodnight to Twain.

Nobody attempted

the dark blue

then

the stumbling

on the repetition.

We’ve allotted enough

out of the sliver

of molded blinds

and we’re all paranoid

when we get too close.

United we stand

untied we fall

and ashes to never rise.

Dreamlike Sensations & Perceptual Distortions

Some miss

the invincibility of youth;

I missed

the invincibility of youth.

Choking on

the distance in the distance –

          the air

          contaminated by longing –

slipping back

backwards

into the world of fog;

relearning how to dream.

They say

these issues

tend

to resolve

themselves on

their own

but I am malnourished

on the 53^rd floor

of this modern apartment.

C17H27NO2 HCl

I had Captain Crunch

on the morning I died.

There was a bitter

almond aftertaste

that lingered

in the sweet milk residue.

Internalizing the fear –

the black shadow –

clutching at my throat

and scrambling for grey skies.

The air is airless –

counter-clockwise memory

on the inside

in the onslaught.

Contrary to popular belief

it does not cut

the roof of your mouth.

Dance the Dalliance

1.

We’re living longer

but not happier;

holding on to the receipt

of the pillow

in case it gives you

the one dream

you don’t want to have.

We live in houses

but not homes.

2.

I sit on that hill

in the corner of the suburbs

the one by the stone bench

and pretend I’m somewhere

afloat.

3.

and if intimacy

has been ruined

by forces

out of your control

then you have reached

the event horizon

and must close your eyes.