52.5 Seconds Ago

Extra, Extra, read all about it…

     … And the…. exclusively….

Extra, Extra, read all about it…

: that’s so this morning,

downloaded the full scoop after

my first cup of joe, just before the

spoon sunk the last of the cheerios swimming

in the bowl

Fire: Electricity

Fan blades: Freon

Like: Love

Communication: Status Update

Words: Emoticons and Textspeak

Husbands tweeting wives two rooms away

to tell them they love them

Brother texting sister to turn the volume down on that game of angry birds, never looking over, never prying neck from it's downward angularity…despite being an arm's span apart

Nodding to the tunes you just prepared

Setting playlist for the afternoon commute

A sound interrupts, indicating something has just broken

Only to find it’s some coupon, for some place you never knew existed, despite being down the road for the past six months

Extra, Extra, read all about it

…breaking news…hot off the presses…

Read it first…exclusively…

Extra, Extra, read all about it

:(Shaking head in apathetic disgust)

That’s so fifty-two.five seconds ago…

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Timetables

Every story has an ending

every ending a beginning

and the beginnings…

 well, they started someplace too

there was a before

there will be an after

there was a time…

there’ll be another

very few certainties exist

but time…

is absolute amongst them

Then-now-whenever.

A Hunt For Home

Dancing on silkscreen

Wings weighted by the

Worms it finds…. Fluttering away

First floor Heaven, second Hell

In between, there’s a world that shouldn’t be

Basement grounded cement moist

Attic heated surrounded by dust and plastic

As a child,

I was told fairy tales,

Where a family finds that perfect place,

To live, to love, to share

Today,

I believe I see all that here

Stories, Lovers And Trouble

If you’re looking for a story,

Then you’ll find one,

It may not be worth sharing,

But you’ll find one

If you’re looking for a lover,

Then you’ll find one,

It may not be what you had in mind,

But you’ll find one

If you’re looking for trouble,

Well then,

It appears you’ve already found it.

Which in itself, is a story too

I Killed Orpheus

It’s not my fault

I’ve heard from others that your words speak

I’ve been informed your music addicts the soul

Yet, still, I cannot hear or feel

An extraneous birth I’ve bled

A foreign substance beneath the tongue

Subcutaneous- bludgeoned within

Orpheus, did you find your bride?

I’m sorry, from my hands your heart did stop

My mind is an athenaeum

Comprehensive, vast

Hollowed are my thoughts of you

For each hand etched syllabic impression-

For the beautification flowering from your song-

Circumvent me- an incomplete wager yet anted toward

Vacuous void, a void to see

I’ve reserved a space- a lee- to rest your stoned-in-tomb