no finer thing

than a dream that has wing
or a mug that is
still
full of foam

on a day where
the wind
is not bound
to rescind

and when we
do not want
to be home

pizzeta

pizza for kieran
it happens sometimes; this thing
where i bring bros. food

{it's cold, he's at work and he tends to like pizza.}

blizzard sunday

braved the wind and snow
for company, cozy din,
cinnamon and soy

Something I wrote on Sept 25

black, white
coffee high
sparkly
skinny love
weightless
melt

sheffield/armitage, 3:03 - 3:05pm

blue acid-wash
plaid hat, ear flaps
fist bump
boots
orange cap
braces
eyeshadow
say cheese
gym shoes
hand-knit
backpacks
shifts
and stretches
glances
shrugs
bouncing
giggles
high tops
big gulp
head toss
smile
bus comes –

gone.

no also

i have this feeling
that my words
were heavy

too heavy

like anchors that
pulled
our
fun
down

but what i want
is light
like the sails that b i l l o w
and foll-
ow
the wind-
curves that
pull them around

i'm for hugging
the shore
and for tipping
the white caps
to notions
that move us
toward
colorful
sands

for untying knots
and seeing what happens
by using
our instincts
and amusing our
hands

it could all be as simple
and i see that
it is.

it's a matter of 'sounds great.'

and also–
no also.

i'm up for adventure,
so
for a limited time
i will wait

there isn't a reason
you'd admit to treason if
your head's on the line.