Letting go

She peered through her darkened sunglasses.
Hiding the light out, but not the cold, she shuddered as she wiped
condensation from the lenses.
"open up," he'd told her, "just do it."
Did she believe in herself that much to overcome doubt and discouragement and fear?
A man she respected once told her, "You'll never be anything without me."
She feared she believed that.
She didn't want to let go, but she was so afraid of holding on.
What is waiting around the corner?
What treasures or disasters fear her presence?
"Who is going to love you?" He'd asked her.
"Me." she replied, and walked away.

Miscellaneous statistics

sometimes the rainbow is over the river
as the sun comes shining down
sometimes the water is full
life overtakes a dream, and the urgent succumbs to the important
the needed advice of a wise profesor pierces the night air
and drifts aways past deaf ears
as silence breaks through into the night and beyond the horizon
spilling the beans, the mouse ate the peanut butter and scurried away
the trap didn't work
the tease wasn't good enough
the bait didn't appeal
a tear falls to the floor
a crack creaks with the weight of a dog
the stars are falling
i just saw a pig fly
yep. the world is ending.

rhapsody of the tragic

the cracker broke.
he bent down to pick it up and it ran away.
sighing, he walked away.
perhaps, another day he will catch it.
perhaps, he won't, ever.

ode to love?

why is love so complicated?
wondering, wandering.
immobilized, ecstatic.

amazed, awed.
infinite choices.
eternal consequences.
a night out.
the first date.
a wonderful evening.
too good for words.

even an old-timer could.

even an escape plan.
wondering about the reaction.
seeking another's best is good.

showing them your good, yes.
believe, achieve, succeed, again? huh?

Whisperings

"i love you," she whispered into the night wind.
the stars are out tonight.
she was too tired to look at them.
enjoying the cool breeze she set about on her way.
stopping to breath,
she remembered his smile and the way his eyes danced when he would look at her.
she smiled. she stared down at the ground.
who would have thought she would have made it this far?
she gripped the handles a little tighter and went faster through the open field.
like a pro, over dips and hills.
the world is hers tonight.
tomorrow is another day.

It smelled like chicken

Can anyone hear me? Can anyone see?
This pain that surrounds me, will inevitably be,
the turn that surrounds me,
and causes my death.
I'm trying too hard.
I will give up and go.
I am getting run over.
I am always standing strong.
Tears form in the corners of my eyes.
I am alone. Standing here.
I smell like chicken.
It runs up through my nostrils and into my head.
At last peace surrounds me.
Get up and go. You'll always be late.
She said, "You're worth nothing."
I nodded in agreeance.

A sick feeling came over me.
Like when I would take my 10 pm run.
Past the Dunkin Donuts and the Brown's Chicken.
"Why me?" She'd ask.
"Because, you got picked." I'd reply.
"Don't walk away," she said to him through bloodshot eyes.
"I just don't believe anymore, that it can be done," he said.
She cried.
He walked away.