Words

sometimes i let precious words dangle from my mouth, attached by tiny strings made from the same dust that holds the stars into their place in the sky. like these stars, my words hang and glisten magically, barely existing. the daring adjectives and nouns swinging freely back and forth.
yet other times these words stay deep to the back of my throat, trapped by damp skin tissue and soaked in mucus. the sheer embarresment these words would carry if casted outside of my mouth; yet too sour and bitter to swallow down...even with a glass of tap water.

when i am under an alienated influence, these words slide down my tounge and sneak away from my conscious thought, across the stuffy atmosphere that webs its pattern between our existence. at the moment the words hold slurred meaning, until morning when i reasure you it was a true feeling rather than a mere scene from the night before.

it is always a feeling with you, and these words i fuble with at a constant variable. simple and plain, my vocabulary holds an ocean of emotion i only hope for you to wade ankle deep in. my true hope is for you to fall into each word with swift diving motion and float upon their surface, understanding completely my thoughts.

Green

Clouds float down the gray sky river towards no destination, in odd arrangement, yet orderly and with swift movement. Behind many layers of atmosphere the sun exists as hostage, strangled and imprisoned. She coughs up bits of fiery light as she struggles and strains to break free. Below, earth continuoulsy shakes from the uncesting blunder and gusts of october wind. Each demanding blow shouts to the fragile surface and intimidates the single blades of grass, threatening them to surrender their precious coats of summer green.

I sit inside the art room with a sharpened pencil in my right hand, idel and distracted at the chaos behind the glass. My eyes stare at the frightened shreds of ground covering with remorse and sympathy. At the same time, I attempt to capture the exact tones and shades of "summer green" much like a camera lens. Repetedly my mind clicks; immediate polaroids flood into my brains file cabinet. This information may be vital in months ahead when the color drains to extinction and my mind aches for painted memories of comfort during michigan snowfalls.

Hand in hand

my heart rebels against its familiar containment. my body flees the country to meet yours. my socks and shoes i leave at my doorway and my tee-shirts and blue jeans stay in my closet. i travel without a napsak and without a name (for you know me not by name and therefore a name is not needed.) time peels away from my bare skin and falls to the pavement; a trail of seconds and minutes and hours and years. my mother will worry in the morning when she discovers my disappearence. the thought i let cross my mind once, and then dismiss and leave behind with the rest of the world. we meet at the horizon, when the morning rays climb the sides of the universe. hand in hand we watch the world alight and laugh at reality.

A Run

My rubber shoes shatter puddle after puddle, each painted with September clouds.
In the window of my deseased neighbors house, a faded piece of orange card paper boasts "I am a winner." His house is empty and dim.
Across the alley, two adults dressed in walmart jeans and rummage sale tops speak about politics.
A high school boy carries his head low and hides in black appearal as he walks his bike up the steep hill.
Down the street, a slim poplar stands shyly next to the sidewalk; she dresses in shades of yellow.
Street lights flicker to a glow as i round the corner to my house.
My mother can be seen on the phone through the glass.
Tomorrow my baby cousin turns eleven.
I slow down and stop.

First day of 11th grade

i visited the cemetery today. the sky was yellow and still heavy with rain. thunder echoed in the distance. lightening continued to haunt the atmosphere. it was growing dim.
i visited my uncle. i talked to him about my first day of 11th grade and about how our family was back at home. i went through things that have been on my mind and about all the changes in my life. i told him of my secrets, and all that i am scared of. then we sat awhile in silence.

the rain came again and i returned home.

it is an odd occurance when you feel yourself growing up
but have never felt so young.