Infinity

Nobody likes a showoff.
I'll never know what you did,
but I've heard an earful.
Dreaming of machines,
their turns and noises.

Why aren't you content with now?
This day,
5 days down, won't mean anything.
But 5 days foward, it'll hit you.

Lean into something new,
congratulate yourself.
You can do better, though.
I've seen you happier.
Stop wandering.

A Poem For Ginsberg.

Was there anything left to see?
I caught you,
looking outside.
Did you get to take in the garden?
Did you see the vegetables and plants?

I didn't stride down aisles,
I didn't confront past poets,
I didn't follow a noble man,
I just planted what I had.

But had I done so,
I'd have screamed as I held the dictionary.
I'd have seen nothing as beautiful as he.

I ingested the chops,
I have no time for the price,
and I've loved and dreamed before.

You, my dear sir,
You've loved me all these years,
I've protected your ideals and name.
(I was asked about names today, they've nothing compared to yours)
I planted my garden
in hopes your apparition
could make it's way over around August.
I hoped for the best, but all to no avail.

Will you ever stop by?
You could teach by the shed,
it could be nice.
It's no L.A.,
but hell, summer nights here are something else.

When We Collide, It'll Mean More.

We're forever floating.
Above cities and friends,
burn-outs and the car crashes.
We reside in altitudes.
We hide out in sheep.

We'll never know
and neither will you.

We die to fall,
hit a surface,
scrape our knees,
brush it off,
and go to work.

We'll start with the grass.

Where The Summerhouse Once Stood.

Out of curiosity,
you'll say,
who made the Earth?
Who made me?
Do they control me now
or just then?

I've no answers
for such things.
I've no anything for that matter.

And for that,
you'll fight me,
tooth and nail.
I've got no better options,
so I'll accept.

You'll grit your teeth
spit out sentences and facts.
It won't be worth your time.
Before you know it,
we'll be in Minnesota, I promise.

Then you can blame me.

The Space Concept.

It's about dawn,
I'd imagine.
The sun came up.
Will it matter?
Will I see you again?
Are you coming back?
I know I act like it won't matter
but it does.
It does.

I'll lay on the sidewalk
and look up.
I imagine you
above me.
You look beautiful,
but you're too far.

I can't imagine you any closer.
It's like that song,
with the ground and Tom.
It's too bad the city lights
haven't hit you yet.
You look beautiful.

Are you coming back?
I'll lay on the sidewalk,
I promise nothing will change.
We'll look beautiful again.
I won't have to imagine,
I won't have to do much,
I'll just have to lay.

Ryans A Sailor (part 2)

Get ready to feel something,
as you head back to the ocean.
I promised it meant nothing,
though everyone saw it differently.

As we met the shoreline,
they took 2 steps back.

I took my seat
in front of the tide.
I couldn't tell if they had gone,
but if they saw,
they'd see the boy
who couldn't tell if it started raining.

It swore vengeance
when my photographs washed up.
The bleak opacity
and countless exposures,
I've been let down.

But this girl has told my story
too many times for it to be true,
and maybe it's lost it's meaning,
but she knew it better than me.

With your bullets flying towards our car
you've cornered yourself,
and it's too damn predictable.

When at last,
my chest will bleed,
and I pull the chords that connected me to you,
and I've got nothing to show for much.

Warriors

Today really hurt.
What about him?
That was a selfish trip,
through yourself,
you're all you have to blame.

But if it makes a difference,
we did just fine.
We went together,
we did just fine.

We didn't stop on your account.
We did it for him.
You had no say.

But if it makes a difference,
we did just fine.