I do not want to be there all at once.

I do not want to be there all at once.
I would rather slowly assemble,
piece by piece
the way I lumber out of bed in the morning
and my fingers unfurl over a cup of coffee.
The languid opening of the newspaper
filling the day with words of foreign lands,
to put on socks, and only then shoes
tied up neatly with old laces.

I do not want to be there all at once.
No one needs my undivided attention at 7 in the morning
but maybe 9 or 10

I do not want to be there all at once.
Because being there all at once
means I've picked up all of those bits
I've left strewn behind
under trees, scribbled in the margins,
tucked in friends
and being there all at once
means someone could pick me up
and blow me away like the dandelion on the wind

when i want to make music

there's something that doesn't reach your eyes
the monster that crawled inside
and snapped in two the line from your heart to your head

what happened, what happened, what happened


too many words to read
even without alexander's library

night

when did we decide to brighten the night?
to fog up the sky
instead of letting the deep, black
envelop us
cover the lids on our eyes
to hide the fierceness
of the rotting and blinding day
smearing the clouds
with our feeble reflections of the sun
with grimy streetlights
canceling the stars
take your respite while you can
enjoy the cool pitch of the evening
let the lantern lit
steadily die
in the flattened expanse
of the bended horizon

regret

i think
i'm finally tasting
regret
it's like
slimy pizza
i left sit
for
far
too
long

i am the light of the world

i miss the sunrise
which is funny
because i've never been a frequent follower
but maybe that's the point
missing something
you've never actually had

this room smells like
bacon
every morning
and now the morning light
is filtering in
as i wait for my hair to dry
and it wouldn't be such a
bad thing after all
to stay and watch the floors
beaten down wood
shift and move
as the light crawls across
letting morning become afternoon
and realizing
with grand patience
that i couldn't stop it anyways
how beautiful
how plain am i