Day 101 – Take Two

She said take two
when you’re stressed
and let me know
how that works

But I get so down
that I take three
or four or five

One time I took
the whole bottle
and I showed up at her door
in a panic-

“What’ll happen to me now?”

So she gave me gin and tonic
and she told me not to worry-
“It’ll all be over soon anyhow”

She peeled back the label-
they were candy after all!
and I haven’t worried much
ever since.


Year 2: Day 62 – Bottle Rocket

Bottle rocket keeps a record of wrongs
on a little notepad underneath its tongue,
a mouthful of carbon gas
for a rainy day

Bottle rocket catches injustices,
personally tasting each one,
swallowing bits of vitriol
saved in the deep

Bottle rocket knows a sin to come
before it’s happened, before it’s done,
and shoots it straight to heaven
tied to its soul

Bottle rocket dies for all the world,
so full of adopted transgression
it hardly knows why it falls
back down to Earth

Day 136 – Eyeing Up the Moon

I shrunk him,
and I put him in a coke-bottle full of smoke
in my pocket
and kept right on down the beach.

I wore my sunglasses at night to look again
and go figure:
it’s hard to see with blinders on.
It’s hard to walk with clunky things in your pockets.

(The shore offers up
all kinds of precious things
but sometimes all we do is make tracks.)

Rubies look like rocks in the dark,
in the dark when you don’t want to see,

and the sand underfoot is of little concern
with your pants already full of glass,

but one pointy shell can knock you flat,
break your bottle and make you wish
you weren’t always eyeing up the moon.