if fate should break my stride

remind me

That it could be so simple as
pass it over and be approved
how swiftly it all moves in us
to us life and the thought of
another… tides and memories
of them some distant beaches we
had days that would not wait for-
ever engrained as ink in port
and think impart foster believe

Faster we leave than we are
made it seems to be that fleeting
not so solomon-wise compact with
vitality and waking of the instinct
to play is innate to bolt is not
inert how do you not get hurt
by not crossing over unknown
patches that have thistles or a
thorn you sore walk home with

It was a walk we talked about
until the point of doing came
and today’s grain takes over, is
support(ive) instead of sticking it
to points (I’ve) always the harder
to move with resistance to lose
bearings and their semblance just
a requiem requesting the dead
past to be present let us to rest

Last Minute

The outsiders have their wish
outside affection and the hum
from some engine its purpose
is of no consequence how you
live spent and went from frugal
always counting until the end
made the folly of it abundant
in anyone’s eyes but mine some . . .

Times are an expectation of
the illusion we made whole
or gruesome through some fluke
of human braid and undoing
too many cycles of the inside
out of mind and back inside
the fire once you find its flint
or friction living inside you

One, two, one, two, onward
you knew the arithmetic as
concept and fundamentals exist
before description or any written
testament to the effect of that
line in the oral tradition did
not get augment or subtract that
argument in tact as you added to

“decompressing”
[can’t find my share]

You can wander if you
want I just wanted to sit
down this is how I see us
in the world as we’ve been
set up so many generations
short and hands you can
not clasp to escort home-
ward before you’re ever met

sit on your back steps

It’s more than one sentiment
that floods these stairs and
their surveyor component one
a human two feet to climb and
one pair of eyes to peer to stare
let their be light or no fair day
or knee or lady skinned will be
there next to me when I dream

This, a minute as it is exists
is silly to extremes only an im-
possible to be old man you see
the lines of time indelibly as any
other walker or climb under-
taker but they themselves as
actions can’t make him any less
youthful as I yes wish to be

But we only sit this minute,
this one, pause, among infinite
to be lenient or strident fine
but either in extreme is not
what dying is about the end or
the first step of any venture
as said I am dying, to… to do
and to be but with you not dying, too