Verbal Alterations

A collection of short poems originally penned in 2012, now detached from their original purpose…


A fine line
Divides the pursuit
Of overwhelming
Joy
From sheer
And loathsome
Irresponsibility

The high tide line
Divides
The rest


On that Day we harnessed
History’s joyous
Laughter

But there was nobody around to hear it

So instead we Split the Difference


Under
Watchful Eyes
We pretend the Machinery
Will clean up the Remains
Of our Freedoms
Lost Forever
To the Systematic
Fire

We Burn your Money
And
Weep with your Love


We drank
The last drop
And we left
The Sea
To Swim
In its own
Salty tears

We
Are
Bigger
Than you


Drifting
Freely
Toward an Unkown
Moment

When it
Arrives
All of our eyes
Will be
Fixed
On
You


It was already
Gone
Before we arrived, yet
It could have been
Different
If we had only
Tried


We never did imagine
The Golden
Acceleration
Of our free fall
Would yield
So many left turns

And
No rights at all


Distant words
Form
An altogether natural

State

Of thinly veiled
And
Unformed Rhyme


We focus on the flight
And ignore
The objects at our feet

The Bird
Has been dead for weeks


The river only Dreams
For those who Sleep
Otherwise it’s Life


We lay tracks
To remember briefly
What the Unthinking
Water has always known


Each passing storm
Brings a clearing of Mind
Revealing
The spiral rhythms
Of color
In your eyes
Both fragile

And totally free


Wishing for another moment
To capture
The Inconvenient
Gaze
Of a child’s
Bright
and silent
future


Recklessly crashing
Upon unmoving
Geology

The cycle
Broken

Yet
Our Coffee
Remains
Unspilled


These trembling walls dance
With their Maker’s invisible Spirit
As we wage War on Tomorrow’s Past
Victory was better an hour ago
And Defeat is a low-tide

Rising

The Distance is calling Our name


Memories
Roll softly over
Unbroken
Glass
With each
New
Morning
Washing away
All knowledge
Of what came
Before
We lost it All


Crawl
Out of your
Cave
And into the
Spinning
Daylight
of your new
Mobile
Home

Welcome Back

Now move along


The beautiful
Convergence
Of powerful
Lines drawn
In constant
Contrast to
Our desire for
What we know
To be right, but
Somehow never
Seems to happen
In our daily lives
Filled with sprints
To the green horizon
In Every effort to not
Be swallowed by the
Accelerating pace of
Life in the intertidal
Zone

One last breath