Confetti in the Atmoshpere

No ordained order,
Just pin pricks in a black sheet,
God's first artwork.
Putting our world in perspective,
The original Jackson Pollock.

Oh Meteor shower, were are are you?
I'm drifting away waiting.
Listening in on conversation as it floats across the water,
Mixing with the music playing.
Do you dare share your glory with such a lowly crowd?
With no hear to hear your travel stories,
Burning out your shining confetti
Just light to show, now sound.

O'Ryan

I've made my way home in the dark more often of late,
Slipping from my car,
And making my stealthy way through the front door.
I'll often regard the sky
With the casual observer's interest,
And find O'Ryan's belt,
Slung low around his waist.

He is the one,
The one people mos misinterpreted.
He has let the times change him,
A burning pin prick in his hand.

I always find him at night,
Leaning against the wall of some rusty red brick building,
Smoking a cigarette.
We know each other from highschool,
We saw each other in the halls.
I covered for him once,
And saved him some dirt,
So now we exchange nods.
Admitting to awkward recognition,
His grimy hands throw away the stub.
The sparks shine like starts where it hits the sidewalk.
He'll keep smoking,
And i'll know where to find him
If I find that I ever need one.

Minds and Ballistics

I have the illusion that I know my little world.
May be that's why I call it mine.
And I only get scared when our orbits cross.

Your reference to Juan Ramón Jiménez,
Then Paul Valéry, caught me off guard
And our perspective earths collided.

You left me wanting to know more,
To recite verse to myself
As I waste away the sand in the hour-glass of my shift.
May be I will subscribe to the article of the day.
But no, the click clack of that process does not suit demeanor  at the moment.
Better wait, and this too shall pass.


-Inspired by Luke Adams click here and Billy Collins

Good Old Girl

Take care now
You've learned this already.
She has shown her colors,
Do you dare share your own faded ones?
Your ignorance emanates from its patches,
Your faults stand out like a gash across its center.
Hide them away,
Or share your short comings
And come out all the better

Their Love

Since time began,
Or at least the parched fragment I remember,
We've sought for it.
The comfort only found in their arms,
The warmth you feel knowing they're near.
The Joy that possess you with their touch.
You wish you could share in it,
Somehow leech the energy they experience,
But you know that the warmth will turn cold
Fore it is not your Joy, but His and Hers
And it does not deal kindly when foreign parties take what isn't theirs.
  So search for it yet,
  Do not grow weary,
  God's life plan for you may include a "her" to.

Science

Simply put, it isn't...
At least physics would be much easier.
And we wouldn't bother ourselves over those ecstatic electrons.
Spinning universes would not spin at all
Because there would be no one to watch them.
And the intricate facts of life would soon be forgotten.
Beauty would cease to exist
As our world grows older,
we would hear the stones cry out
Because beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Coming Down

This Weekend.
I'm sorry to say I don't remember much.
My slammed brain went over the edge with that last cup.
I'm left wandering the rooms,
Searching for steady ground,
And friends that always leave late,
But they aren't around.

The Coffee Didn't Help,
I Hate Coming Down.