A square
never fitting in
your inner circle

sticky ideas

to write some words
abrasive, adhesive
sticky ideas
cohesive when
mind applied
hallucinating introspection
brick pathway
a pattern slipping
thr ough t he cr acks

did i merge into you?
or did you merge into me

questioning the center of our being

to clear notion
of swallowing whole
logic, reason

inside this gated
community climbing trees
finding value ingrained

i’ve changed my heart’s rhythm
to match her primal dance
hitting all her green lights
in stride

it is not advised climbing off ride
before complete rotation


I count on my fingers till I have calluses
and forget what my hands are for

Adding (+)
Subtracting (-)
Never canceling Self out

So unnerving,
this perfection quest
teetering tides
to pass the test

* * *

Constantly craning neck
to seek approval
from opposing shoulder blades

Left-behind Takeout

the food trucks are parked,
lined up in a square
around once-vibrant flower gardens
at Civic Center park.

eat Local, buy Local,
whatever you are in the mood for:
expensive street tacos,
ethnic food,
New Orleans cuisine,
fancy pizza,
fatty burgers.

it’s great for our economy,
nice if you can afford to eat this way.

a few hundred feet away
homeless sit on benches,
lean against pillars
of the Greek amphitheater
with their few possessions:
a box of Ritz crackers
& an empty Gatorade bottle,
bulging plastic bags
like some suit-and-tie’s left-behind takeout.

they sleep in the shade,
smelling the smells
wafting from the food trucks.
watching the worker bees
punch ATM buttons —
signs posted say Cash Only.