Common Place

Afraid of staring in a mirror of make up and remixed faces

Smeared over this place mat of a countertop

Cluttering by the minute with shoe boxes filling up in the closet

With more sleeping over and spilling into the undercurrents

Of what gets stored without sheathing or room for breathing

Sheets washed or feeling that need to clean

Before as if company is a connotation for her arrival depleting

All of this becoming more normal, common place

Sliced onto the tongue into a less provincial taste

Smoothing like cotton over satin, bronze over platinum

Beautiful but star light fading for a hue of malaise craving

Twenty second showings and knowing over-coats

Arms in like anesthetized footsteps around conversations

Stacked in the corner of the known erasing what could have been instead

Like concrete over fairy dust constructing where I am

Instead of where I could be, drifting, drifting away from

A past and into and into and in between of a here and now

Knowing this is not the every thing of where I want to hit a finish line

Waiting for the scandal of holding my hands out to pull down the handle

On the airplane door mid flight, pick up the parachute strap it on and

Plummet right where ever the wings are gliding

A thousand stories high and there I make indiscriminate decisions

Where I am no longer the one absorbing victim, but dispensing the serve

Like a catapult turning its trajectory on his own troops

Boulders come bowling plopped out and rolling

Clump, clump, dump frump heads smashed and a belated check

Of days of getting bullet holes in faded clothes

Turnaround on someone new retribution that had nothing to do

With her, but feels like a misdirection revenge and

I wouldn’t be able to help but cringe at actions folding out

Like origami of a Sumatran tsunami thunder under-quake

And drama in me like my hand in a wave brushing over

The shore lines of her dreams like a comb to claw it all

Back into the sea of what will not be

I don’t want to be the monster like the giant rock lobster

Clawing up and sparing no survivors gone off for nothing

On the bottom of this ocean just waiting for my own wooden purgatory