Taking time to exist in faded dreams
The errant thoughts of a noble mind
Our hands smoothing the stray lines
The margins left blank & us unrefined
Ripped pages scribbled with defaulted hope
We try to emerge from the harrowing sea
But what more can we write about love
The caution of trying to speak of what might be
Within doctrines of the former realms Secular atonements when you cannot reap Our distorted narratives no longer at the helm Parched souls shudder when you cannot sleep
Notebooks wrapped in twine, lubricating my dreams Thinly veiled entitlements, rushing to meet the golden hour Misplaced refugees; tugging on our heart seams Stomp on rose colored lenses/before the vine turns sour
Standing tall amidst populism, still reading banned books Rejecting capitalism before you win a shopping spree Your enemy’s dilemma might be worth a look While upholding the realization of love’s prophesy
Embracing goblets of celebratory wine & errant notes Time to return to glory; fire dance upon wooden boats
Watching the paper soak up errant coffee Spillage; correcting the bland, empty page Blocked before you wasted the elixir of life Words summoned now like a pensive sage
Freely letting loose a volley of images We are released to our new mode of narration Blinded aesthetics on a crisp winter morning Forever allowed to remain alive in short bursts of inspiration
Break free from all your interlocking rules Unsatisfactory way to start your day Too fatigued to suffer gladly these fools Waiting for a sunrise in an errant way
I’d rather return to my bed, closing my eyes No other way to explain how I’m so damn tired Can’t get my life together after all these tries My number always called, but I’m feeling expired
What will it take for me to finally see Time to stumble forward for that pot of coffee
Your idols weren’t half the men
They thought they were half a bottle in
Cowardly hiding behind unjust traditions
Sinning while gulping juniper medicinal gin
Their women languishing in the shadows
Cast off from any chance to reach the light
Yet those damsels can see through the dark
The perfect heroine to save an errant knight
Misconstrued notions of dynamic parity
Swabbing the deck with your fallen idol
Ink smudges & literary drudges
Methinks – their mothers should’ve used spermicidal
Excuse me, Miss
I need help between the books
You look down your glasses at me
Don’t worry about their errant looks
You’re dressed mighty nice
I think it’s by the back shelves
It seems I’ve gotten us lost
Oh my, I think we’re by ourselves
I pull you in close
A hand sneaks under your skirt to play
You moan aloud; onlookers’ smile
Apparently we’re still on display
Wandering in the forest without a notion With my lovely bride by my side Looking up at the wonders of nature Between the trees there’s no room to hide
Finding seasons we don’t know at home Rain, snow & all other forms of emotion Transparent dreams offer no resistance Treasures washed away by the errant ocean
Last season’s vintage with coffee stains Spelling out what we might genuinely need Hope we might outlive our transgressions Errant dispatches; all the ones you forgot to read