Rise, Fall, Repeat
Like pandas perched on bamboo shoots,
I shimmied up the forest trees
And overlooked the canopy
Of dead leaves and naked roots.
The sun was rising on the horizon
(Surprising, I know)
And I was hiding inside a patch of rocks,
Watching birds launch off branches
Like feathered astronauts.
Later that same day my timer rang,
Indicating a finished load of laundry.
My back pocket was full of quarters,
Making me feel uneven.
And I was rushed, driving
Past pedestrians too slow to cross
And squirrels too stupid to know
That even time runs out.
At night, after a couple of beers,
I stumble to my stoop for a smoke,
Thinking life is nothing
Except sleep, food, and sex.
I ask the stars for input,
But they just shimmer,
Like a woman’s shrug,
Almost as if to say
“Is that all you think about?”
Dandelions aren’t roses
And dime-a-dozen women
Don’t deserve flowers.
You stood among
The sturdy shrubs and green trees,
Drunk on rainwater and life.
I was the man with the pan
Of bacon grease,
Watching the willows wilt.
Sometimes, gravity grabs at
Petals and pulls them apart.
Oftentimes, I pluck them myself–
I guess I like the way they fall.
You invited me in for coffee
And I watched your body roll
As the pot billowed with smoke.
“You’re pretty as a flower,” I said,
Strafing towards your smiling face,
And waking up alone.
Everybody has things to do.
There’s clothes to be bought,
Windows to wash,
Exits to take, hands to shake,
Meals to bake, lists to create.
Make a grocery list, don’t forget to,
In fact, add that to the to do list.
Fold the note into quarters;
Tuck it into your corduroys.
We’re out of milk, could use some eggs,
And haven’t had cheese in weeks.
Weeks? has it really been–
Meatloaf! Get meatloaf!
It’s been weeks since we’ve had meatloaf.
Now put on your loafers, loaf later,
You want to retire one day, right?
It’ll be great, they tell me.
My little cubicle is also great;
A really fantastic shade of gray.
Every now and then, though, I wish I could–
Come in early?
Sure, I don’t mind skipping breakfast,
I’m out of eggs anyways.
See, the store always closes before I–
Complain? Never, I like having
An empty fridge,
Gives me more room to–
Focus more, yes, I’ll focus more,
I just need to focus more, you’re right.
Yessir, I do understand.
Yessir, I am sorry.