The gift that strangers give

The paddle hangs from
A single nail on the wall

A bodyless doll on the night stand
Amongst extensive lists
Date night recommendations

In the future they will laugh at us
Or perhaps just wonder

The gift that strangers give
Will no longer be a mystery

The secret knowledge
Like a backstage door
Will be where all of us
Enter the arena

Those fleeting thoughts
Will simply be,
Never having to be escaped to

We’ll let our potter’s wheel spin
And passionately speak of glass

And raise each other’s children
Nothing like our own

Show Poem: September 03, 2016 KC, MO @ The Brick #poetry 


photo by Rachel Sky There’s something going on
Inspired by deception

The self importance
Rings throughout the coffee shop
Like a lonely poet with a notebook

We’ve come so far

The pride of the VIP
Hawaiian shirts
Blind beagles
Iced lattes
Muffin with a fork

No living thing is a sticky bun

A punching bag is not a release
It’s a thick leather bag
Full of sand
That people punch

Until women and men cease to exist
The plastic in the ocean will continue

Until we each find our own name
And learn to masturbate to cartoons

Cuddle pups are not trucks
Stuffed kittens and monkey paws

All is made beautiful in you face
Like Rock and roll
I stop questioning
I step back
I notice a whole world of music
For me to listen to
And come alive

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Dog Catcher Heart 

Upon waiting for the apology text
I witness Starbucks
After school revolution

A clean soft lighted place
Escape from the car faces

I read about Eilen Myles
And her Dog Father

I could never walk
My ghost so easily

Never easy for me to see
Who held the leash

Like a job I wait
Transporting myself
To the office in mind

Highway stress
Leaky ceiling drips

Evesdropping on alley crackheads
NPR clouds softening the light

I’m in love, I’m alone
I work in my home

I’m in love with a
Dog catcher heart