Today

Dancing feathers
of morning wind,
tickle your lobes, lashes;
testing your tears.

Not too cold,
I hear, I say
For today, is the day.
tickled lobes, tickled lashes.

My shoes are gone.
The page is curling.
Yes I feel ready,
ready to fear. Today.

Cheese for Me?

A swell, not gladly,
but like a wave;
against a rock.
Tis swell, this swell.
In my chest as I think of her.
In my mind as I feel for her.

Puzzles and games,
that make sense,
without cents.
But is that enough?
Am I swelling? Am I enough?
Is.. is this real stuff?

Please, let this be.
Let the train halt,
stop be mine.
This is real, please;
Memory see?
Because life is cheese.

Cheese is life.

Rattling

Twisted words, leaps of faith;
Meanings unheard through holes.
Purple dancing thoughts.
They hide deep in the back,
against the fear, er far...
high wall.

Chance without pages,
without words, no gaps.
Splattered from tugging,
dragging, scraping,
through these stages.
All these traps.

Hardened scars,
ready to laugh, scoff.
Only more cars come,
to push, shove.
Or cause anyone
to simply fall off.