The Exploration

The fridge is being paid To cool empty space So two tortillas with cheese Will suffice for today Light pours into the place You stay, to escape from  The life that was made By people before you Could have any say A smile hides The pain you feel inside Because it sucks to say You can’t eat well again Til next Tuesday So you wonder why he stays Because no one ever has That’s why you always ask Why he likes jazz  Because a music connection Is something not everyone has And not everyone likes when You write about the past You like it You like to feel sad Because you know it’s not forever These feelings that you have So you curl up in a hoodie That you stole From a closet, not your own And you write About the dreams you have at night And the fear that he might Leave, like someone did before And that memory is core Like the time you made Pasta, it wasn’t great But the effort was shown Because the recipe was your own And you know, what you don’t You love to find out And most people w...

Dust on the blinds That block my eyes From the sight Of the powder That lines the sides  Of driveways and lanes And keeps you from being Home on time The same two albums on repeat For the millionth time I’m not complaining And the choice wasn’t even mine But I complain of the snow That is to be shoveled And the dust That I must  Remove from these blinds That insist on Being dirty Saturday after saturday When all I want to do is play Dust on the blinds The kind that  I don’t want to move Because it’s from skin Other than mine I say I’ll clean it But I don’t make the time Because it’s dust And it’ll come back in a while Maybe I’d clean them If I had a song  To remind me that they  Need to be clean But I won’t  Cuz they don’t Dust on the blinds For a glimpse Before it’s ripped From the home where it resides This time Quickly Quickly before it can hide But not because you care For it to be clean But for all the extra time It becomes something  In which you...

It used to drape over your shoulders Like the cape That helped you fly From the top bunk  Where bears and seagulls lived And good books lie Open, with drool On pages, read over and over And over again Arms were left with space to roam Space to run Space to hide From all of things that made you  Run back inside Like lighting or Like after you put out the fire And it’s too dark to Find the steps To get back inside It’s collar Shows bones That make you self conscious Cuz it’s a feature Unknown to you That in years Will make people groan When you’re tone Of voice Make them feel like boys I was once, a boy’s  Shirt, favorite shirt Because it said  Something clever About what he loved Or reminded him of that glove He picked up From an all-dirt infield Where he feels at home Because the diamond Is worth more than gold One day the sleeves Were too tattered The design hardly  Recognized as a sign Of a past time Because of the passed time But the passed time Made it pass ...

It’s just a song It’s just a few words A few beats and a rhyme But it will bring you back To a time From long ago Sometimes you listen  And tears find your eyes As you imagine that drive Down Washington And left on Divide 09 Impala Burnt holes in the seats Windows too tinted Speakers blown from beats Back when Friday night Meant late night drives Trips to grocery stores Waffles at the night life I walk up that sidewalk Slipping from the ice So I step to the side And set off the porch light Now I’m home And I sit for a while On those woven chairs Painted a couple times I shiver in my hoodie Breath rising to the sky Take a look down to 2nd Before going in for the night Lamp still on Pull the chain Tip toes on finished floors Pitch black inside But the bulb will never die.

  2019 Song on a beach The day calls me twenty I say that I’m not hungry But buy me donuts And a pizza topped with honey Fog rolls In from the north And the east And wherever it finds a place To stay for a while So we stay for a while Watching seagulls Flap their wings And call from trees While soft stones skip Into the mist Until it’s almost over Now I’m just older And the memories are duller I thought Til I caught A sight of a light After the sunlight Had all but taken flight Into the night After the storm It took a different form I ran And we ran To the dock Where the day began Capturing That sight  And the red light Made by those rainbows On that 26th night Of July Back when I felt something inside.

Reminded of the times Where sappy pines And ivy vines  Consumed my mind September But the weather Isn’t much better And the leaves aren’t really deader September When I’d run To the supermarket Or home from school Not to the pool When your soup would make me warmer Down branches show where storms were When we’d walk Across the sidewalk When you’d hold my hand To make sure I knew When I was scared I could count on you To be there through Those younger years When all of those fears  Made nightmares Now I’m not scared Because you prepared Me for the days That I would stay Alone, now my phone Is how you know That I’m still here And I don’t fear Growing old Even though I’m told To be a man And to stand  Straight and tall When it doesn’t Seem that way at all Because I’m still there In different bones Still a product of A place called home Where I was loved And owls roamed