Hatched

first day of too old
 can’t believe how big they’ve grown
 so far from our shell
 
 yes, they’ve broken free
 walk out into the world
 chick fluff gone with grins
 
 

Problem Solving

she wants an answer
 and i want a solution:
 not an easy mix
 
 i stare at Wash Park
 paddles, crayfish everywhere
 and think of that day
 
 when we were problems
 we were each other’s problems
 and that was okay
 
 she’d never been there
 and we pedaled that huge bike
 each one disabled
 
 we ate what we ate
 we chewed what we chewed: bitter
 yet: so fucking sweet
 
 and why i hate now:
 because i have everything
 (nothing without her)
 
 money doesn’t buy
 that once-in-a-lifetime love
 trapped inside boxes
 
 so what’s my answer?
 there’s no easy solution
 to a broken heart
 
 but let us fix it
 pedal away from Wash Park
 be wholly ourselves
 
 

Dusks and Dawns

red sky at night brings…
 allergies, fires, candles…
 and love. my love. love!
 
 red sky at morning
 sailors give warning: heart bursts
 for what’s lost at night
 
 

Daykeep

eyes burning, itching
 allergies taking over
 lost words from far back
 
 yet, i’m so happy
 house tucked into dream pocket
 i could let this go
 
 this and my students
 who deserve America
 (this dream we all have)
 
 and i’ll fight for them
 and she’ll praise him, she’ll praise him
 (but he wouldn’t fight)
 
 and we all know it–
 how deep my love grows. hard ass?
 abso-fuck-lutely
 
 hard ass, heart of gold.
 that you can’t forget. you can’t.
 and why now, why now?
 
 cause it’s easy now?
 cause you have a house, a home?
 cause we’re good enough?
 
 cause we were good then,
 as golden as these lost days.
 i’ll keep my days. thanks.
 
 
 
 
 

Announcement

published now for all:
 our dream come true in a home
 we’ll all find space in
 

No Words Tonight

the baby turns nine
 halfway through her childhood
 my heart half broken
 
 

Wrung Out

my words get twisted
 like drying-on-line laundry
 that the sun can’t catch
 
 
 

Sunday Funday

joy in small moments
 imaginary play land
 in parks, museums
 
 

Knowledge

first one we looked at
 offer in my back pocket
 when you know, you know
 
 just like way back when
 looking into his blue eyes
 when you know, you know
 
 some dreams take too long
 too many tries, money wasted
 but now i know… i know
 
 had me at hardwood
 hard-earned years, so many jobs
 i hardly know you, love
 
 but soon you’ll be ours
 no renovation, like new
 somehow i just knew
 

Dream House

it lies in the air
 waiting for us to snatch it
 feathers from the sky