You have to work til you’re in the grave to stay alive.

You will die.

Maybe I should move aside and relinquish the reigns to someone who is “invested.”

All I can be invested in is doing my job to the best of my ability, not making money for a company whose goal is to make money.

That is hard, if not impossible, for me to care about.

I will give you my 9 to 5′s and will serve them up with emoticons and laced smiles.  But I cannot promise to genuinely love what I am doing.  I don’t mind it.  That is the best you will most likely ever get from me.

to the center of a tootsie pop?

One…two…three!

Perhaps go to my sweet spot?

Or is that too vulgar?

My hiding place?

But I live in a shoe box…

Center in the depths of my mind,

between the folds of visions and dreams, the layers of wishes and what ifs,

rest among ambitious thoughts that never set sail

When it goes, all my senses rally to drag it down

b e a t     b y     b e a t

calm thoughts

deep breaths

views of my eyelids

settle each muscle, let them relax

hang

Liquid tongue in my mouth,

dropping jaw

Temperature falls from my forehead and exits on a cool wind through the tips of my toes

Nature

Picture the “eat-breath-die” cycle of a peaceful animal kingdom

Reinvent our calm, belly to belly, with only myself standing here

Dream of possibilities

Wonder what is unfolding in a small fishing town on the other side of the world

Realize these moments are fibers in an elaborate tapestry, snowflakes in a daylong blizzard

Be at peace

Be.

The ugliest sort of calendar.

Financials dictating time.

What an awful way to count your breaths on this Earth.

mummy movements with time-elapsed photography.

A shortage of bees in the world…every spoke on the natural wheel provides stability, altering harmony when it is tampered with.

White striped walls, granite tweed

Natural decay – designer of the millenium

7 point buck, head still attached to torso

Creatures in their own hoods

We are the foreigners here, yet again we entitle ourselves to it all

Waterways created of snow maneuver the mounds meticulously – surgically carving art into a storm’s afterthoughts

Serenity. Simple. Happiness. Surround us.

And you let a witheld irritation melt it al.

In Zodiac signs or the strings pulled by the waxing and waning of the moon?

Are they like fables we make up to placate children?

Scapegoat star configurations that allow us to blame behavior on a symbol in the sky?

My Gemini twins can’t decide…

Like a warm blanket from the dryer that can sometimes burn you with a zipper but generally makes you feel at ease.

Black tresses, tangled

Perfectly disorganized

Electric shock marionette

Vocal dominatrix

Face of the shadows

Pierce my heart with the filter-covered heel of your thrift store boots

The grunge of your mouth anguishes me and I achingly convulse to the dark intrigue of your art