"it was just easier this way"
No one has tended to the garden
for weeks now
The thicket of tomatoes,
browned & limp
Rot gnawing.
Everyday the task grows
So everyday,
procrastination
makes more
& more sense.
"things didn't get ,much better"
Whiskey tends to disinfect pretty well.
So it's become a daily ritual.
Like brushing my teeth
used to be.
“i’m always broke, pretty much broken”
Money is a funny element.
It behaves like water,
whenever you try to hold onto it.Hippie Disdain
This morning, My breakfast tasted like reluctanceOr maybe it was just granola,again.“oh you have bipolar disorder too?!”
Without a kind word
or parting kiss,
She vanished
leaving me
as a martini soaked lover,
left to the cold,
concrete twilight.
By now her tears have rolled down her cheeks
and crested soft
feminine chin.
They shimmer opalescent under the city’s palette:
Like lonesome Christmas traffic lights,
the eerie haze of Princeton orange from the corner lamp post.
the occasional, immaculate fluorescent front porch.
Blinding, Holy white.
I wonder if she knows
how many blocks my barefeet kissed
in the wake of her escape.
My arms outstretched towards speeding vehicle,
flickering turn signal, brake light horror.
I have no reason
for why she left so suddenly.
But I wonder if the dark
makes her feel as alone,
as I do now.
Coughing Fit Concrete Sonata
Footsteps on the sidewalk.
A cadence through the Denver twilight.
Bats eating moths,
by streetlight.
A candlelit dinner.
The breeze carries hints of marijuana, Krishna and bullshit.
Water tastes like California's spit.
Rambles of roses on spiritualism and Garcia Worship.
Interchangeable archetypes.
Pointless establishments.
a hard, Caulfield look at the phonies….
taking long drags…. on their cosmic cigarettes……… and Colfax.
I’m looking for the last authentic soul
amongst tie-dyed uniformed, flat brim donning
wrap rocking, new-age gangstas, thrift store ninjas,
antiqued yesterdays, cobblestone photographed
spouting Shanti, Namaste, Om
Like scarlet macaws
in a pet store window