Wounded

You came to me in a dream
Finally, after all these years

It was strange
And all I remember is you saying
"If it isn't my best friend!"
Followed by my name
As if nothing had happened

I shook my head in disgust
And dodged your embrace

You were my best friend
And the one I loved most
For a time
And being with you
Was like walking on air

But the wound you inflicted
Was deep
And all our promises were forgotten
As we grew older

Maybe I'll pass you one day
On the street of some city
Neither of us expected
Each other to be in

We'll look at each other in recognition
Shift our gaze
And walk away forever

All those years we spent together
Growing up
And becoming who we are
Passing between us like a mist

Workload

The work felt good

In his arms and legs

And pumping through his heart

And for a moment

He wasn’t running from it

But feeling it all

Memory dripped down

His arms and back

In the form of sweat

And the pain of it

Was dulled

By the ache in his muscles

So he let emotion

Flow through him like air

For a moment he could see his life

Like he wasn’t living it

But reading it

In a fine piece of literature

Everyone just a character

And himself the protagonist

He saw his actions

And all his flawed motivations

In the midst of the jungle

Of life, he couldn’t see them

But now he could

And he realized

In his old age

He was weaving something

Beautiful.

Time Capsule

Laying there with you

Asleep but awake

Talking about nothing

Like the things we would

Put in a time capsule

And fly to mars

I can see myself

In a faint picture

Of my future

Settling down with you

I could build us a house

And you could fold my clothes

But we never seem to be in the same place

And I’m always leaving

And you’re always staying

I wish I could lie

In this twin bed with you forever

And I wish we could

Put that picture you want

Of a happy family

In our time capsule to mars

And I wish it could be ours.

Third Person View

I climb mountains
To see a third person view
of the world

All those twinkling lights below
All those feats of man

And the stars

All those celestial beings
Indifferent on us

I think of all those people
Sitting in their homes
Scrolling through facebook
Thinking of tomorrow

All those people
Driving in their cars
Thinking they're going somewhere

While the earth spins
And our planet remains indifferent

The Street

"I don't get this close to the pavement
often enough"
I told my friend
Longboarding
Passing 10th and Garrison

Smelling the dust from the
Street sweeper.
Inhaling it.
Making my mouth dry
Inducing
An apocalyptic fog

He was always riskier than me
Speeding ahead of me
On the downhills

But I always beat him
On the uphills
And the long stretch
Home.

The First to Think

Late night Talks about
Being enlightened
About our generation
Who changes it all
About everything crashing
Down around us
Like we haven't been operating
On the edge of chaos
Like most governments
For all these years

Late night talks about God
About oblivion
About our motivations for
Our actions and
How they effect others

Late night talks about
Starting, quitting, ending
Learning, building, working
And talking
Like we were the first
To think what we have thought