Peopling
People are problematic
they don’t always do what you want them to
sometimes they do
nothing at all
you have to beg and threaten
curse and provoke
the way you’d
eat a cannibal
people are my favorite drug
the way they reflect your thoughts
I like watching them if only to predict
where and where they start to go wrong
when they think
they’re in it for themselves
when they feel original
when they’re getting so far ahead
as if death
was the only goal
The usual
we’re dying
I thought you knew that
did you forget when
you went to work depressed
we’re dying
and we don’t know exactly
what it means but it should
give us reason to pause
and reflect on meaning
in this dailyness
how we treat ourselves
and each other
we’re dying like everyone
who’s come before and left
writing a word or a line
or better yet
cleaning
up
after
ourselves
Please Take My Time
the more I know
the fewer questions I have
about my role and
what comes next
we could take turns
you could drive for a while
as I head for your curves
please take my time
you’ve put a lot work
into yourself
curated a life
despite this mess
as I untangle riddles
written yourself
I get drawn into knots
tied like you’re seven
we could order another course
finish the wine
but if you’re sure you’ve got to go
please take my time
amidst the devastation
in spite of the death
there’s a new horizon
and some beauty left
we can fight all night
and still make the bed
get it right once
and never again
until then
I’ll just rhyme these lines
leave the suitcase
but please take my time
