Martini glass

Frozen
standing
Just so
Looking
for a
Way home
hearing whispered
Ring tones
spilling over
Unknowns

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the journey

White repellant
trys to show
the uniforming
pretty glow
no telling where
the wind
will blow
erasing all
there is
to know
brightness above
sent down
below
more than just
beautiful
a message hidden
bits of snow
vulnerable
individual
all must know
slicing harsh
cradled low
winters kiss
A shiny throw
energy transforms
the cycle
follow how
it comes and goes
there is no take
no giving so
screams whistles
billows blows
minus forty fistyfull
something small
so need to know
destined where
it has to go
mindful gatherings
of snow
no understand
no need to know
windy parcels
guided low
The chilling
wind
carries
snow
From up
above
To down
below

The pew

I see a change in her

broken
Hiding
Just judging by the back of her head
It’s difficult to see her
My intention is to Instill a sense a presence
Old time memory box
Before all this
Wow does
She look
beautiful
Will I hold her?
I can’t sit to close but I see her
Proud
My heart sinks
They look
Notice
I’ll stay
for her
She gives the signal and
listening
She is Hurt now that I think it
I didn’t know
Not a chance I can explain
I look
I think
I wait to see her after
Like she’s pulled from my arms
But I never held her
hopeful too
But I know not to Ask
I fucked up
protect her like they know
But they don’t,
know
Her
My children
They don’t want me holding my grandchildren
It’s hard to show up
Be the bad one
Collect it
I only want to be near
They only want
to push
me
away

The heat

air is quiet
brighter outside
Pinkish glow
floor stirs me
Snow crunched hunch
Near the side of the house
sinking feeling
V watching
dark in the hall
Knelt on their knees
sound returns
cleared the path
hung the lights
kept yard up
don’t know much more
Left tools out
watching
waiting
For opportunity
People get busier
notice
turn a light on
look out
left the garbage out
collected in the corner
people don’t notice, too many routines.
the garage is kept in with a little lock.
getting cold out
Like flies
wanna be in here
keeping warm
some bags in the front room.
Won’t miss them
always home.
scoping from across the street
The tracks
busy road
renters avenue
No one home
selling the place next door
People don’t see
Empty
Vacant
don’t
care
bottles in the garbage, a routine stop
Even in winter I leave those cans out
like a fridge it’s cold
Lose it all if people catch you meddling
Then what
Tonight, opportunity.
Midnight
checking if I notice
I did