learn to say yes

haven't found anything
that works better than anything else

came with an ugly smile
encrusted with winter

wake up younger
learn to say yes

Greener

there's no grass to be seen back home
for all the snow this year so
I can't rightfully imagine that it could be any greener

but the simple things like snow at home and
woodsmoke on the wind
and the lakes frozen for the first time in years
glassy smooth for ice-skating

all the winter on the other side of the world
forces a spring in my heart

pushing forth a greening bursting yearning
the tendrils of longing that grow so vigourously
they choke the host

I do not have the words

lusciousness and lasciviousness
hand and hand and hand in the land
of rolling muddled R's and L's
tethered together and sliding past
into the incomprehensible

(and he doesn't even know I'm writing poems about him
and he will never know that I have written poems about him)

sliding past into the meaningless abyss of exquisite sensibilities
sensitivities divined by their squirrelley senility
riding this riding this riding this
wave of imperfection with a determination heretofore
unknown in this swimming cavity inside my brimming chest
I am bursting with recognition, requisitions

I say all of this
yet I do not have the words

Bakayaro!

when might you stop sending me flowers
long enough to realize
that flowers
won't
cut
it

landslide

let's make this metric and remind ourselves that given a centimetre, one might take a kilometre, and lead to an unequal and damaging kind of grab for the goodies so briefly displayed
and then demanded

as though one was never taught the basic principle of asking nicely and even if one did ask nicely,
there really was only a fraction of a fraction of a fraction there for the taking in the first place

she read the cards last night and was surprised to see that she might finally be able to not put up with what was put up with in the past and wondering if that means now or future, tenses not relevant until put into action, metric or imperial or otherwise, the kilometres have been claimed
and

one is not so sure of how to reclaim vast expanses of interior space only recently discovered, oh explorer with the land so fresh under her feet suddenly shifting away

ketai denwa

oh
I transmorgified into
one more button-pushing
instant-messaging
robot

at the train station
or the midnight shrine
with or without the friends at my side
on my bike, even
eyes cast up and back
up and back up and back

a signal beckons and I obey to say
little or nothing

oh
how long before I crash