feelin like stardust
a half carton
from being home
(a shoulder strap
from being known)
thursday's remorse
is a friday's gain
when hallows wax
the orange and black game
theories of
history
in color
as if its
second nature
to know
yet first comes
like lilies grow
a puddle
a reflection
not seen
taxing tea
as if unloading
is ordinary
with rebuke comes
separation
and every reason
not to follow through
because blood
is just growing pains
a saddle
dusty before age
this is
the ride of way

calendars pull out
as october
rolls over
rolls over
gasoline guts
across the universe

anti somersault

as delicately as one
sips, gulps and swallows
sugar, honey or splenda
soothing flavoured agenda
ways that once won
ways of peacemaking navigation
do not apply
anymore

how leftovers
mold
with summer humidity
and the
freshly baked
fall in love
with winter's wind
somehow
the ingredients
mix
but don't compliment
lemonade with hot chocolate

defining myself
outside myself
leads to
disillusion
depending upon
holding out
or
giving in
creating edges
where there are
no boundaries
don't
suck me dry
before i
get a chance
to be alive