The Everything in the Everyday
Placed amid a tangle of objects
Apples and cinnamon, fragrant
There to be lit when darkness comes unexpectedly
Hurrying by one day
On the way to nowhere I needed to be
My elbow pushed the candle off the counter
And it shattered
So it is with Love
Beautiful and sweet-smelling amidst the ugliness of everyday life
There to light us in the darkness
And as we hurry to places we need not be
We treat it thoughtlessly
Violently
And once broken
Its gone
RELATIVE
We might feel broke
Or seem that way
To one like Warren Buffet;
But if we spoke
With Zimbabwe
They might tell us to stuff it.
The world hangs squalid on a purple cat
Spinoza’s words build but they cannot heal
Music tries to mask what silence can’t make evident
And voyages turn out to have long miles but no purpose
Stacks of cushions for vacations that never happened
Childhood blankets left to provide no warmth
Ducks in a row, hats never-worn, and a picture of a dream
Where the lotions give off and the aches begin
She of the playful laugh and impish delights
He of the secret sorrows and the mordant reflections
Find an entertwining – entertaining
Before time stretches them beyond each other’s reach
A WARNING
Every con begins the same
Regardless of its latest name
And that’s to feed the fantasy
That what we want is there for free
Family members like to take
Potshots at other family members
And with these types of shots
There is really no inoculation
Nobody knows us like family
Nobody else can so magnify our faults
Nobody else can make us feel so much like
Nobody
DUST
Surrounding us are many things
We felt compelled to buy;
No doubt, our movies, books, and clothes
We’ll keep until we die –
And die we will, we don’t when,
We only know we must –
And then these things can collect us
As they’re collecting dust
