That the bow line will snap.
And I'm crushed its not you.

But the trade winds will continue to blow.
And I will travel away with confidence.
That I won't get pushed into your shoals.
That I will drift...and I will tack
Against the currents of this world.

And sadly, you won't affect my bearing.
Though Reminiscence will scar my smile.

I will drift by.

I will not romanticize
This distance between you and I.
Between what could be and what is.

The curveture of the earth.
And the aperture of your eye.
The green green grass.
And a starless night sky.

I find you everywhere I am.
But even in my best dreams.
You still say goodbye.

As beautiful trouble danced with the devil.
I danced with you

And held your hand in mine
And felt your warm breath in my mouth
As you whimpered terrible truths

That I swallowed by the mouthful

I will never again travel to that place

Where we lie adrift

And aimless eyes miss lighthouse towers

Lightning Bug Adventures

Time arcs in space

Through lighting bug adventures to intoxicated speckled skies

And you...

And artistry

And ugliness

From best intentions to evil indulgences

Time flashes a rhythm

Illuminating the blissfully dark spaces between you and I

A flickering of hit and miss

A spark of your best efforts

Peaks and valleys in a white hospital room

The green adventures of our youth.

Both beautiful and sad.

Always your glowing end and beginning.

Always your flaws and perfection.

Always time in reflection.

I hope you find me in reflection.

A skipping stone.

An imperfect splash.

Why the fuck am I waiting for this light?

Remember when I told you I loved you? Its been a long time since I've heard that in return. I don't even remember what it's like to say it.

The last time I said it, it was in the context of an apology. "I love you" like it burst through my lips without passing inspection. If felt so nice to say-such a short distance of bliss; from the the vibrations of my hopeful vocal chords to the look of fear on your face. "I'm sorry, I rarely get to say it and truly mean it" I muttered in recovery.

Sometimes I get so tired...

I find myself waiting for a red light alone at 5:30am and I think; "Why the fuck am I sitting here?". "There's nobody for miles, but here I am...blindly waiting for the light to turn."

Heading across JFK blvd standing with one foot clipped into my pedal, the bike sits sideways. "This is fucking nuts, I'm going to be late waiting for this light" I think to myself. I kick on to the pedals, drift sideways and redirect myself- there in the darkness- a huge truck comes blaring around the corner trying to make the yellow light. The only two people in the city; cutting the corner puts him on a collision course. As his breaks screamed to arrest his attempt at involuntary manslaughter, I think "Why the fuck was I waiting for this light"..

Bike Tires and Carefree Cornering

So I'll ride to the moon and back again.

On a highlighted feeling that I'm going somewhere...

And see only as far forward and back as traffic lights can illuminate.

With my feet mashing the pedals, wildly screaming through empty streets.

Sucking deep breaths of moonlight and ozone.

Inflating the gratitude I feel with every exhale.