Hard Hat

Passed you, quickly

Past glee and into

Remorse.

Unshaven smile

In- to- me

Stuck- to- me

Tizzy. 

Warm Grit

Low pulse heating

Cooing dark boxes, bleating

Dreams of queued repairs

Acquiring the assistance needed

Debunking the REM

Two moons, reflected

Ceiling tapped, a stranger- collected

Hyphenated hesitancy

These characters deride incision,

To "fuck no" the noun,  presented. 

The 'he' he once was

Presenting resolute function

Tools strapped, utility performed

Stature booming beside forgivable tone

But this dream is,  just that. 

I smell a silent rant

Initiating discovery and getting in like smoke

Yet what I want least 

Is fire in the house we've built

Too long gone to welcome the inhale. 

Pass

There are days

When the nettles pass

The sensitive swelling reveals

New layers, 

Of sweet square inch

Desirous of daylight 

To quiet the inaudible mewling. 

In years we deal

Trading completion of tasks

For satisfactory grinding

Laying to rest - life. 

The grey pages come and go 

The pink too.

The solitude serves purpose

As the imagination bridges the gap

Between duty and demand. 

Buzz

In a whirl

The seconds continue

Without regard

For anything. 

Time, effusive

Monotonous

Bewildering. 

Thickening

Rivulets of empty memory

Form. 

The use in certain longing promotes 

Decay. 

Visual prompts toy with restraint-

Incessantly

And the wind begins to howl, 

Once more. 

Bend

Simplicity

Strained. 

A simple bending

Restrained. 

These signs of life 

Buckling.

Dubious dreaming

Of savory times

An old friend 

Caring, kind. 

House

In this house of mettle and bone

We find ourselves doused

In curiosity. 

The felt and found aspects

Circling in unison

Tidbits transpire in the inhaled minutiae 

Of what is and what might be.