What The Things Are Doing

The bumblebees are clapping
For they did not have to go

And the butterflies are laughing
Because they spent all of their dough

The raspberries stay so skinny
All bundled up in lies

The cherries lack good spelling
“Vodka lemonade!” they cry

The loveseats come with crooked teeth
To nibble on your heels

While the strollers irk the innocent
Rolling by on stubborn wheels

Your eyes twist up your mindful face
In a funny, frittered way

And your tongue trips over wedding cake
Every second, song-filled day

What The Things Are Doing

Jane Austen Whispers Sweet, Masonic Overtures In The ER

There is a black glove
and there is your red heart.

The black glove covers
a thin, pale hand.
And there is your red heart.

In the cold, dry palm
of that thin, pale hand
covered by the black glove,
there is your red heart.

And your red heart beats
like it wants to beat forever
like it don’t know how to quit
like it cannot give in
until, of course, it does,
like all red hearts do,
especially so exposed
by the cold, dry palm
of a thin, pale hand
covered by a black glove.

Jane Austen Whispers Sweet, Masonic Overtures In The ER

A Doxology For The 9 To 5

The future holds the future
And the past repeats the past
And what’s happening now happens forever
And my heart only flutters every time I blink my eyes
And fetch a glitched-out glimpse
Of an eternal office building
Where we’ve sat in grey-walled graves
Speaking spells of acronyms
That make some ones a million dollars
That make some ones more unlike us
That make some ones forget
That the future holds the future
And that the past repeats the past
And that it all occurs forever
And that amen means so be it
And so we say amen to that

A Doxology For The 9 To 5

Things I should have told you before all of this

I thought it was a good plan
I only wore your undies once
Yes, the aliens exist
I needed much more help
I never liked your taste in movies
I never slept when you weren’t there
I kept a secret secret diary
I often peed in the shower
In the Woods was where they found me
I believed your good intentions
I know you weren’t all that crazy
You had it rough when you were younger
I know we both wanted a safe dream
In the Fall the leaves won’t hide you
In the Spring the flowers whisper
In the Winter cold toes bite you
In the Summer hours blister
And this is how a safe dream ends

Things I should have told you before all of this