From a Distance

from a distance
diamonds
and shards of glass
sparkle
all the same

may you find
me
at the right
distance

may I strike you
as beautiful and not
abrasive

may your feet
be calloused enough
to walk on
or stand
all the same

and praise
for the sun
that puts the right light
on this all

sparkle

this
may we have

this
that those
at curb's length
can admire
no matter how much
or how little
they know

Something Here

I have
fallen

and I have
started free

with the whole world
ahead

and I have fallen
from the highest climbs

and the shortest stools

always
nearly unable to start over

so one
with what I have lost
I am

and I have stood
still as the wind
and life goes swift past

but today
I am not sure
what to do
or say

the rain
the leaves
the work

the preoccupation

should all be the
perfect fodder

but too many others
already fell this short

and became
life already lived

and I
I am
looking for help
not repetition

there
will be
something here
before I die

something
here
before I
die

something
here

and maybe
not much

I just hope
I leave a few pearls

in this rocky
and sandy
abrasion
that is
often the fill
of my days

Lost Coastlines

so many
smiles
and kisses

so many
stood here

or just out
where here
used to be

stood
here
and watched the sun
kiss good bye

while they
kissed
hello
and for always

their rocks
now
are at best
a beach below

indestructible

so many
find their final graves
but all
were once at love
and at odds with ever wanting to die

so many--
add all the days together
--have stood here

or well
a bit
further out

where I see the ice plant
and asphalt fall away
was a parking lot
a road
and a side walk

and many memories
once firm

even some houses
and all the life made whole within

so many
watching the sun fade away
and having a kiss

a kiss
that leads
to love
and family
and all sorts of years
intertwined

so many
smiles
stood just here
here

here
for their moment
in memory

kisses
shall they
live long
and sow love
from beach to cliff
to any heart
and all

chalk

you drew
a circle

I cut it open
with a slash
of a smile
and dashes for eyes and nose

the chalk
will fade
color to sun
and substance to rain

but for now
a small piece
of how we
want the world
stands out
on stone

unneeded

everything
unneeded

excitement
for the numb

sleep
for the restless insomniacs

work
for the tired and taxed

arousal
to unaided impotents

tears
for the swimmers

and dry eyes
for the starving of thirst

life
for the dead

a couch
for the living

the world
for all those without orbit

I give
everything

everything
unneeded

and
already
had

Everything

here dada
everything
I have
I give to you

and this

this chewed up
steak and vegetable mash
that I have been saving since dinner
but no longer want to finish

dada I give
to you
everything

and a reminder
that everything is
everything
and not a neat little present

Wires

There are wires
above
and wires below

and the spaces
untouched
are slowly being covered
by the waves
of the new
connection

I fear face
to face
but call this
new tool
connection

and community

but it only means
that I can reach out
and hide in the bedroom
at the same time

there are wires
above
and there are wires below
there are wires
throughout my brain
and still I can't get it right

there are signals in the air
but while they bring me new sites
I cannot see them

I am busy
but sitting

the typing
less work

the creativity so hard
to squeeze in between the lines
of standard fonts

all those years
of handwriting perfection
lost to memories

there are more wires to go
and more to avoid
while being productive
like never before