Better Rhetoric Part I of IV

Her name is mine and for ten years
I made a living of arriving when
I was scheduled to be somewhere

Every other time I show up
is because I choose to be here.

The dark trains scream by my patio.
The noise is silence to me but
last night it woke me up

I could feel the light it carried
Every single compartment was lit.

Tonight has bled into the morning
and I am listening to sounds
I have never heard

I dream of entering your dreams
that wake you up thinking of her

Tentatively Cinderella

I rarely think like this
but today I wondered
when did this happen?
When did my heart
become calm?
My mind thinks about
chaos
budgets
trinkets
and other things
I can organize.
My mind is a gadget
that was designed
to compartmentalize
catastrophe and every
word ever said to me.

When did my heart become calm?

I do not know
what the correct answer is
but the answer
I am looking for
 is when I recognized
that  the majority of people
are good and harmless and alive
and are living every day
to peacefully include every body.
We laugh louder than you.
We are smarter than you.
We read better books than you.
We throw better parties.
We are happier than you.
We have better sex than you.
We outnumber you.

Hard Break-Ups

You never want to be
on the wrong side
of love that has to let go
When love is good
it shows up on time
every time
When love is great
it is always present
and the machine
that compels it
writes its name
on the wrist
of the small person
that propels it
When love is grand
there is a conversation
that ever remains
Do you love me?
Yes
Did I disappoint you?
Yes
Can I stay here, still?
.....
 No


Hard break-ups