Phoenix Street

‘Hey. What you're doing? Hey!’

   - I am in construction.
Renovation.
I renovate.
I am fixing the cracks.

   - This sidewalk was perfect
before you came here
with your pretty ideas!
I used to be able to walk home
following the
familiar cracks you
call ‘imperfections’.
Imperfections guide me ...
the safe knowing of
where I am at.

   - Look at the trees, Lady,
look around you,
follow the fences,
the gardens instead!

   - It's all subject to change!
The next thing I know
the trees will be cut.
I like them ...when
dressed in white winter.
I will remember them.
I will remember the sidewalk,
and will be missing
the cracks.
With my eyes closed

    - in here -

everything remains
wonderful
yet nothing exists.
I feel
invisible.
My words are
breath.
My steps
are light.
I feel full
of Nothingness.

   - I am in construction.
I build visible things.
I build the sidewalk.
I make it smooth
with my tools.
For Everybody to
move safely.

    - I am reconstructing.
From Nothing.
Fences and gardens
behind fences
don't interest me
to follow.
I don't care for new roads.
Why doesn't anyone
build one road that
leads ...

 

Cafe Human

A man just walked in.

His eyes hardened.

A guitar gets tuned.

A man with no arms.

Shoulder to shoulder-

we shake hands.

A girl

armed with a golden chain

pays for the drinks

for her man.

Believe in everything.

Believe in nothing.

Believe in believing.

A lobbyist has no tears in public.

A tram driver follows the tracks.

Don’t carry bombs in your pocket:

Premature detonation is a risk.

Gotta love the love. 

There is this very moment.

Fucking panic attacks.

Someone else

having the same dream

somewhere else.

The universe

will take care of it—

Tears are salty.

Honey is sweet.

Aspirations are

a breath of yesterday—

today's oxygen.

Keep moving

like quicksand

like rivers

like seasons.

Today’s Special:

Trust

Friends

Truth

Drink your coffee

The way you like it.

We Deserve Each Other.