Center

When 

the only taste

of the world

you can get 

is grapefruit

Hopeful

but still 

all sour 

Raw

but divided

Thick 

with rind

Remember 

how naked that pink is

And how

you really can

get to the center of it

Gone

When

home and warmth

are gone

feelings

about it

are a good thing

to give up

Yet

that is just

one more foot dead

Using a bottle

to try and get clean

Smoke

to soften mirrors

A radio

for music

Dreams

over living

true 

so often better

but hard to explain to others

What you have

is both 

you

and why you can't fully become

When time

reveals 

how fast things can go

and how the forever

in hand

was not 

at all 

as long as suggested

Reflections are still

sharp

and all
that they see

The bottle still

just puts you out

And your foot

hurts

You'll

keep walking

till you're home

and warm

Even if

that's only 

into summer

Dreams Suck

Dreams suck
at living

So much
a feeling of peace
and being
and no ability to survive

All they do
is let me go

go on doing so my other things
cause after all
I'll get to the true me

some sunnier day
never mind how I like clouds

Is this shit I have to shovel
Any lighter
Because I have you,
My dreams?

I'm about to send
a nice big fuck you

Like I think you sent
in small pieces
so I'd not notice

Misused

Like rain
coming all the way down
only to find the gutter

No long winded business
in the soil

No time in leaf and stem
No roots

I sit here and wonder
does the house have to be empty to be alone

I feel not where
I meant to be
or maybe just
how I meant to be

But something missed
for sure

An all I can not give up
even now

Send in the Clouds

Oh repressive sun
send in your clouds
I dare

Enough of this light
stuff I can see but cant

All you send
is really reflection
I can't touch
barely a little warmth
my stove burns faster

Yet somehow you spin
almost everything that moves here

Or maybe just what crawls
And scratches the surface

Send in the clouds
rain my thoughts
out of mind

Too small
and as fleeting
as this light
I cant hold

I'll just stay here
and watch the cracks
fill

As it all runs away
To the big ocean

Something
I can always still
Go find

Fair Slides

I like
my good thoughts

But it's as much
the slips
as the fair slides

that have me
here

In a rewarded place
with stories that deserve less
but are more interesting

The this
that made
by many a chance
added carefully
over years to ripen

You don't have to smile
But I'll only remind you this once

These are far to welcome
To ensure scarcity

Smiles
and my good thoughts
especially
when
when they are together

Brittle

Branches
with glass leaves

Little need
For a world of wind

Collisions
all ending sharply

That is too often
my world
or how I feel getting along in it

Like I
am a bad ripple
Shattering

Instead of asking
why the world
let itself go
and get so brittle