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She jumped on the pendulum
Too soon-
Both feet barely curling around
The golden face of
Time’s unstamped coin,

Each finger wrapped itself
Around the gleaming cord
Instinctively,
Tire swing blisters
Rested on its bright braid.

But her summertime smile
Was lost in the back and forth breeze,
Porch swing memories
Splintered
As she swung.


Braid the sunset
And weave the river slow-
Let it sparkle between burnt evening strands,
Hold my hands.
Take my soul
And look through it into the light
That flows between water and sky,
Soothe from it the night
That scratches deep
With clock-face fingers.
Keep the morning shadows too-
Let smooth sun slants
Warm my face,
Illuminate you
In the daybreak.


why

because I don’t have the patience
to grow my hair really long
because you made up lyrics
to an instrumental song
because we write our letters crooked
and doodle so straight
because they didn’t see you slip in
and marked us both late


her secrets are safe
between her toes
she goes barefoot
on mud puddle days
and river-wades
and the wild-sown silents
slosh over and sink ground
dirt brown and so soft
everyone knows the smell
and sound
but nobody looks


Every revolution of the sun
Is marked
In its core
By the click of a
Seatbelt buckle 
Whose metal heat has blistered
The thumbs of a thousand.
Stovetops with an equal status
Are struck with matches
Until the sound of a bb bullet
In old green bean can
Echoes and spins and escapes,
Curling each ray
On its way back to earth.


in our pockets,

in our hair,

glittering like an unexpected smile

then dimmed to cold camouflage

is the fortune fools chase,

the precious dust

of seconds gone by,

dropped by the sun’s shining pendulum

then slowly caked on

eager skin

until aged and desperate,

it forms deep crevasses

to catch

hope in measured,

treasured time


Seconds should tick,

Not flicker down,

Digitally compressing

Until they fly away,

Spinning green

Like little lights

On a UFO.

Life is time,

Time is sound.

Rounded fingernails click

On the tabletop,

Mental metronome

Sensory overload,

Don’t drop

The tempo.


Three neon numbers

Glare at bleary eyes.

Don’t blink-

Think of consequences,

Of cold water splashed on your face,

Of one thick black mallet

Smashing the alarm clock

Into silent smithereens.

Imagine anything,

Just don’t

Go back

To sleep.


Seconds,

Little slivers of time,

Slide by until their loud ticking sound

Threatens our sanity, happiness, immortality.

But we shouldn’t complain, for to keep us from worrying

And wasting time, they make it quite obvious

Why the second hand reaches

The longest on the

Clock.

 


You smile
As you rip calendars
With your teeth,

Wanting
Summer to come soon,

Hopefully
This semester won’t take long,

Maybe
We won’t feel tomorrow.

The way your earrings dance
When you cock your head
Says cheerful small talk
Is your specialty.

But I hear death’s
Hollow shouts
Echoing in each drop of
Honey that slides
Down the sides
Of your mouth

And sticks
To the day planner
You clutch on your desk.