12.03.17

For the last few months
lay a yellow glass lantern
broken in the corner of my bathroom.
People seem to throw away glass once it shatters.
Something, once whole,
now far too broken to piece back together-
but we don’t throw away broken people,
…unless we do?
I realize this is a faulty comparison.
What could I do with a lantern
that could no longer fulfill its purpose-
one that could no longer hold
Light?
There isn’t a chance for restoration-
Unlike a human. 
Scratch that metaphor. 
Perhaps
I will look at the glass as a reminder that
Things break.
Whether I decide to keep the glass or toss it,
I cannot bring it back to what it was.
I can see it, I can touch it,
I can let the shards shred my skin if I wish…
Or,
I can recognize what was 
and make room for the next lantern to come.

-I have a problem of making everything into a metaphor.

2.12.17

Chemistry conveyed in pounding pulses,
Carried in melodious chords,
Counting the occurrences to come:
When I will feel this again.
Even in my second encounter I am still
Confusing the collision of drumsticks and drums
With the sound of my heartbeat;
I am convinced they are correlating.
The illuminated colors bounce from my eyes onto the walls.
I consume each lyric resulting in echoes throughout my bloodstream.
It is not capricious to capitulate to this moment
When Tonight has promised me happenings quite chimerical.
Such a colossal occasion couldn’t take place without this surrender.
So, here I am casting my Coins in hopes of capturing it all again.
And with Fingers Crossed,
I await the culmination of my next countdown.

2.10.17//Coin