poemm

Optimism

Glass half full

Sipping wine by the pale glow

Of a half moon.

Those were the good old times

Full circle quarters and silver dimes

Change for a tip

It’s all we had left

Heads or tails,

Stay or go,

Anyone could love you 

In that sliver of bursting June moon;

Visage radiant,

Freckles like browned pebbles 

In the bed of a winding stream

Flashing in the tree refracted moonlight

Half past four, happy hour slow

But I am the one

You’ll loathe and love

I am the one to praise and damn,

Make your stomach clench 

Drive you insane

Make everything fall into place

But I am also

the one who writes for you

who will find the words as I

wander through the rain,

in the gray contused dawn,

Unsuspecting soul,

your face heavier and drawn.

trudging off to market:

milk for the kids

low on detergent

(it's raining again

it's raining again)

I see you as before 

I see you as when

I see you as next then

fully realized

you seem surprised
to see me now

Half way home,

Half happy, half pleasured;

Paradoxes of Zeno

It always feels like a full fledged pain.

I pour myself and I pour myself

But there’s a hole in the bottom;

A heart always half empty
reserved for all that's to come

7/21/19