here is not the begining

minutes before an end, it ends
completed in the newness of incompletion
without begining for beginings never happen -
when can you ever begin, where
is zero – nowhere – everywhere is somewhere
is something rolling, ebbing, flowing
to another something to another
anything to get where it needs to be,
to get there when you are here,
and if you don’t move then here will,
and here will refuse to be here
and you will lose here and there,
you will miss the rolling along.
life will not wait for
completion, for perfection, life
will not wait for zero.

of sacrifice

an overzealous gulp of grapejuice,
droplets not bloodlets to floor,
splash, rise, splash again, stain,
but wood is wood and wears
clean with wipes, with water,
with woven wool, absorb, transfer
to wool worn, but never washed,
for wool is wool and shines
nothing like the sun, shrinks
nothing like the sea, i wear
reminders

a look at saturday night

it’s been some time since i’ve posted a poem. i’ve written some things, but they are on paper and not in front of me and inspiration struck in a different way. i like this one because i don’t know if i like it and the more i question that the more i like it. if that doesn’t make sense then you’re in the proper state of mind now.

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a lead duck without a cell phone
to call in the switch,
a man in the wheel chair
sign facing up,
a handful of chocolate covered pickles,
the scraping remains
of a tube of chapstick,
shirt too tight – just right,
five lists with zero items,
the book you know by heart
in the language you don’t speak,
service that is too fast
to accomplish the task,
garbage day postponed via holiday,
1000 red crickets wasting
the silence of stationary eyes,

a gun,
a noose,
a knife,
scarlett or mustard or ???,
not dancing on the dance floor
free smiles,
free looks,
free drinks,
a touch that doesn’t even mean
an accident at best,
three smiles,
three looks,
she leaves,

it rains,
but what of the remembered umbrella?