How are things on the West Coast?

A rush, a gush
Of emotional festering garbage
Plaguing me constantly

Turn it off

Because I was bubbly and cute
Smart and mysterious
I did it all right
But I didn't impress you
(You said I did)

I'm done with this malady
I want to go home.

Light's Upon Your Eyes

The day was gray
The clouds, a blanket that keeps us cold
Multidimensional colors of nature
Subdued all to drab

There was a patch of sunlight
Illuminated the wood pile and the surrounding strong sunflowers
(They called on their namesake)

By the time these words hit the paper, he was gone
A fleeting moment in a gray day
Reminding all life he's still there
(He's over the neighbors' house now!)

It sums up our existence
Still a sun behind a cloud, happiness in a mess
Today is September 11.

During payroll generation

I'm thinking of Vegas
Of sparking showgirls
And the diamonds in your eyes
Liquor-drenched sunburns
Aching feet and a casual passing

Of large groups and small ones
Slot machine ringing shenanigans
Overly expensive extravagance
And our dull little lives

Thinking this was the beginning
Of absolutely nothing
But wouldn't it have been great if it was?

This device is not supported

I'll shatter this phone into a million pieces
The traitorous device that carries your words to my eyes
I'll dream of all the different ways to end its life
Smash it with my foot
A hammer
A heavy piece of equipment from the shop
Run over it in a valiant display of speed

When space-age glass is tiny shards
They'll bury in my skin
Forever irritating

The way you'll always be with me.

Steno Pad

Pretty and small
Dark and clear
Your tiny little life,
Attractive

A head so full of thoughts
Spilling messily on a piece of paper
These lines are wrong
These words don't fit

I'll be bigger than that
This body
To carry this full mind
I'll learn it all to feel it all
Alone, perhaps

I'll be bigger than you
Hold my arm out long
Your little frame between a thumb and finger
And I'll squish you.

Twenty-five miles south of _____

There's a microcosm world down there
Villages and cities on the tiniest little level
You'll never see them beneath your feet
You'll crush them in a single step

There's armor and malevolence
Venom and defense
There's trust and balance
A dependence on one thing or another

There's a macrocosm world up there
More stars than my eyes can take in
More infinence than is possible to grasp
It'll crush you in a passing moment

"I've seen it all before," you said
"It never changes"

But I was here and flattened this grass
I was here and the light from years away
Transferred to my eyes
The course of these things altered

We were here
And that made a difference.

Reset

The wind has its own song
More beautiful than any guitar
I lay in the field
As it reminds me who I am
As it serenades me to sleep
In a dewy morning malaise

And I'll hide in this tall grass
Waiting for your return
Making friends with colorful crickets
Who rely on the fickle cacti
With red tips and green bodies
To hold them aloft in a spiky balance
(Why do they trust them?)

Later I'll stretch my body
Before a setting sun
Inhaling in gulps the warmth
From a post-rain regeneration
Becoming a being in this mystery

Aware of everything
And nothing at all.