Barcelona and Tree Floors

She dances those angles. It’s mathematics. Is it tango?

Abysmal songs and later the band goes, but she won’t, no
Rolling feet play on the wood floor slow
“Just nod your head if you can hear me, my dear Isabel”
He says to himself while she spins perfect circles
He gets up, it’s kind of like out of the movies
Strolls up behind her, she’s a magnet, he’s drifting
And they walk
Burn the slate clean
We can think about it later
She regrets letting her mind go
She forgot that she may need that later
“Pick up your feet”, he missteps and she’s winning
On the chessboard of maple panels
He gets too close, now she’s leaving
“This was rather fun, we should do it again
Sometime in Barcelona, dearest Isabel”

Is it Impossible to Understand the Experiences of Others?

short answer:  Yes.

long answer:  Perhaps you can wrap your mind around some fraction or idea.
                      However, you’ll never grasp the complete experience unless
                      your body and mind have been there, taking in the senses then
                      living the individual’s reaction of the happening.

heavy handed

understand that we are children and all we want is play. the worlds of fear and suffering do not belong to us and so i’d like to ask them to wait.

Taught to Whatever

We lived in the backyard. Our fathers never spoke. Yours screamed at me while mine rarely showed. You called me your best friend, I thought you my worst friend. After long wait I leave and my mother’s heart broke. Our brother learns to read but in a digital age. He’ll pick up the dirt left from his mother’s trade.

This is all we know
So this is how we go
We were raised to think
That learning comes later

Walgreens Citizens Can Have Nice Teeth

At the good Walgreens, the telepathic parking lot light scans your windshield caressingly. It plays with the good citizens until they think its daylight. These nomads can’t tell time straight, much less tie their Adidas sneakers tight. Well I wear my shoes slip-on and I can read time fine thank you much and while Walgreens may have a very fine selection of every iconic American brand of  toothpaste you can think, they don’t stock the right color green, so Walgreens is no place for me, I prefer the good Rite Aid.

Refering the Manual

I asked what the formula was for a perfect life, my personalized how-to. There is a mathematical formula, the universe works underneath the exposures of science. Which radio program should I tune to today and which path walked ensures nothing will go wrong? Who is that girl on the TV screen and how can I learn to dance like she; in vintage color and flowers pinned to my sleeve.

Counting You Out

I’m tired

I’m sick of all of the people

I hate them all

I love them all

I hate myself

I’ll hate us less. tomorrow

We spend most of our lives in indecision

I’m lying tired and sick on the carpet floor

Deciding how I got here, today

Forget Everything

those dreams of South America
plots to run away

of church groups and theatre events

and the campsites

digging holes in the beach sand every day

distant relatives’ couches

and every estranged family get-together
that one awkward cousin whose name you’ve forgotten
of other peoples living rooms, with their television setsand itchy knit blankets

and boxes and books on various landscapes of the country
every goddamn American Elementary School Classroom you’ve been inthey all smell the same

with lid rising desks that we’d scribble on
every hotel pool, and diving in with clothes on
out of laziness, out of the dares
those photographs of your parents
when they were happy once, far before youand every holiday you cashed lying in the grass
barefoot on those summer days

of childhood baseball