The Tear

I discovered the sun
as an eruption through the crusted air.
With delicacy of touch
a hand lays it within the seam of my coat pocket.
This world is in ruin
and my mind plummets.
Amidst this chaos,
can there be clarity, some relief?
I've lived in this
this destruction, obstruction, a disjunction.
Wind in my lungs,
stale from the cresting oceans of garbage.
Stench of my hands,
reeked of waste, work and sweat.
Can relief be so simple
as to be found in this lining pressed to my chest?
And, if so,
shall I share it?
Temptation beckons;
“Happiness cannot be compromised.
Once found,
the fleetingly fond public turns fickle.
They turn to greed,
asking for more, more, and more.
It is best to confine it
to your own use and practice.
Your neighbors
need not know.”
My right hand
reaches toward my breast.
Supposing the form of my find
I, instead, discover the cloth bare.
The palm stays put
pacing the increasing thud of my heart.

Fall

Rustling
leaves sing,
as the strong breeze
tears through
the autumn
stricken tree,
casting a smile
upon
my
face.

Lost

Take 435 South
Merge to I-70 East
Exit to 635 South
Which becomes Metcalf
Take a left at 83rd
These are the words of roadway direction
Formulated by endless correction
Realized with misinterpreted inflection
Resulting in words censored out for your protection
All in the wake of a missed intersection

Psalm 49

A bee scrawls across the sun-beaten pavement.
He stumbles and he falls.
This once proud insect, brought low
before my eyes,
tries to redeem the respect he once held.
Futile the fight.
When,
before,
he may cause crowds to account his presence.
The fragility of this bug now rests in the fate of heels and tires crashing
before him.
Futile the flight.
His wings shudder,
folding in the prayer
of lift.
To escape the threshes
of this brutal end.
Before long,
his dilemma shall find a resolute.
Fleeting; his existence, and the inevitability of his end.

Invisible ( )

Disregarded
by those
imparted
with wisdom beyond what they had when they
started.
Unbarded.
Outsmarted.
I retreat to where I know I'll feel
guarded.
(I'm trapped in this mind,
and that's where I'll remain,
till someone, outside,
discovers something sane)