a poem re-posted

I want to get back to the poetry and fun stuff. too much politics and architecture. so once again here is the mindflow of a 24 year old getting out of bed and going to work:


point of no return

swirlings of brown sheets and there is an ache
big as texas—and maybe as heavy
on the back of my head, toes as well
the message: do not get up…this is a point of no return
the stupid phosphorous numbers are laughing at me,
running away at the speed of light…hah! Light…

rolling over is not good…she will be there
a whine is all she will give me…all she will dispense
to this little stage, this test of wills…
the message: do not get up…this is a point of no return
a rise and fall of her chest teaches me of life all over again…
and the ache gets a little smaller…something else grows…

drops of water on the neck, eyes are open now
yellow curtain is like a teen movie…not as cheesy
or as amusing to imagine…teen land…candy land
the message : don’t get going…you are past the point of no return
having learned again that I am lustful and that means there is purpose…
water is now suffocating…move faster…

bland wall coverings ; the back door is not a portal
thresholds like fly swatters…the job is done but ugly
smelling of salt and creamer, coffee is now my father
the message : get going…you are past the point of no return
smiles, nods, a few overstated words…drive home my membership
pixels are ridiculing me, “where have you been…”

large wide glass and there is a sky…
bigger than texas—and much brighter
my mind has nothing in it…in this moment’s space
the eventual message : don’t worry…you are a point of no return
you are all or nothing…you are beauty stretched
like butter over too much toast…