Capture the Flag

Capture the Flag


Crayon pigment along
the riverbend dragging
me into a pile of cowboy
hats. Some friends to
pile on top of the minute
hand of a magazine.

Boston is killing me for
the time it takes for the
sun to recover from the
notion of saving daylight,
why won’t someone save
an insomniac?

Sea storm with gale winds
bashing the buoys,
breaking the point-slope
map from here to a middle
of nowhere, in the midst
of pirate bays.

Capture the flag that only
flies in the period where
Saturday dusks fade into
the Sunday dawns, take
me to the place where
Saturday nights turn into
Sunday mornings.

A skyline where difference
Is all but subjective,
The last drink that makes
time have an amnesia affect.

The Last Night In Orlando

I woke up in Florida
Woke up in rainbows.
Thinking about the
Small text inside techno—
logy that I thought.

Omaha can’t be that
far away, can’t be
that unwilling to smell
the hurricane or dew
falling from subterrain.

Don’t push me off the
edge, don’t column
me off into somewhere.
A beauty too far away,
Rhode Island too small.

My faults over a vault,
A pomegranate sitting,
paused, waiting for the
push play. Push some—
thing, the push anything.

Jack and Amy are doing
what they do, and I,
I am loving the solitude
to write about you,
the time to rethink air.

Every year brings fresh air.
I can’t wait another second
for the drops to hit my
forehead or for you to
not laugh at another joke.

I say ready.
I say place
Your worries down.
God says bump then set.
I’m just waiting for you
To say go.


-For the same old same old.