I would, but

I can't
I don't have any left
I would
but I can't
but if I still could
I would
yes I would
I can't
but I would
if I had any left

The Smile

the smile
was enough
for so long

when there wasn't a need
for dishes
or a dinner table

I am sorry
and grateful
for the complication
and for each long day
to pass slowly enough to hold a few moments

my original drink
excitement
now watered down with worry

work a majority
fun and greater interests
foot notes

little asides
keeping me alive

Trees

trees that know winter
have something
I don't

they work through
the heat and passion of seasons
humidity and sap sucking
bugs and situations

and when things calm

they can truly let it all go
and rest

I'll die

shower

a razor,
cream

mouthwash
and tooth paste

a good
clean made clean

just as well
hung
by my necklace

frills
and lace

be dammed

I'll die

for pleasure
and good breath

deep
breath

whole
breadth

not an endless
imagination

but a pause
built full
and packed
tight
of anticipation

plums
ready
and wet

but held high
while daring
their removal
from the branches
to be

to be
a worthy moment
of some memory

to be
to run
run down
and drip
all over
a good clean
exposed
and made
sticky

my body and hands
used
so well
used
to satisfy
my tongue

so well
used

to make

I use
to make

you
smile

miles
use

us
to get

from
there
to here

and
here
to there

I was done
for

better

or
worse

when I first
held you

in my
arms

done

from
here
to there

to
use

and
hold

to
have

and
be

love
I am

here
to again

make
you

make you
smile

make
us

a star
in
our
night

still
bright

12:29 a.m.

quite becomes loud
appliances humming
pumps or capacitors
seconds rocking the thin long hand, old clock

fans sucking heat off the new brains
making my things think

whatever they are
sounds
muffled by life
and day

now shout
across dusty floors
through walls
and shelves

sounds that hide by day from as little competition
as the sound of two breaths, sunlight, or the slightest thought
but that rattle inside you when you're the last standing.

24

24

my day
where are you

take away
8
10

sleep
work

or
the other way around

6

take away at least another
eat

5

keep clean

4

who knows

2

no wonder

0

strapped
for everything

undone
and otherwise

they come
and they walk away
all the same

I can't excavate
all thats left undone
let alone the done