And it got colder today.

I found all my old poems. I’m enraptured in how good a poet I used to be. Now, I’m more refined, but back then, I took chances with my work I wouldn’t know how to take now.

“waking down” 10-12-00

Can you fight the darkness?
Will you leap the canyon that
crept to your doorstep at night?

It takes a caffeinated-horizontal-
bungee-cord-free-fall
to embrace the dawn

And you are swept into it
Zillions of DJ, AC, CD, leave me be
scream into you along with

The left over sunrise, scrambled and beaten
Xeroxed too many times
from the month before

Counterfeit negatives of transparent eyelids
Can’t stop the approaching cubicle
In the morning sun, you dive into a pool of paperwork