loveworkbyeyou

Morning
framed oak
and picture
faded bird
rocker
blank stare
into
a peel
of dawn
light.
Words
and
whys
tinged
wrongs and
rights
look
buttons
hairs
knuckles
fingertips
tattoo
skin.
Brow
and
blanket
furrow
shoes on
shoes
off.
Please you
please me
stay
steady on
love.
Let go
let go
hold
your
blessed
thin
breath
break
again
ask
again
drive
on.
We’re
gone.

You cannot scream at the world

no matter what you know

from

behind your sunglasses,

your gorgeous

tattooed

blogroll.

It doesn’t matter what you know

you have to feed the world

not a feast

just a bit of

sugar on a biscuit

if that’s your thing

or

a drum beginning,

one

single silent stroke

of color.

Wear your story

on your skin, be it

a smell of burning

that echoes

a curse word,

a moment of pain.

Everything is food

that’s alive,

requires work,

or if it comes with

a side of pickles

or burns the back of the throat.

Everything is a metaphor so

ruin some shirts,

Loathe the sucking

of fingers

But record it

overtop the sweet

sounds of your laughter.

Everything is food

get your bib

get your spade

you cannot drive thru

this

is one way

with no window.

Everything is delicious

that reminds

us

and shows us our small

and

amazing

lives

going by

too fast.