Bring me the full moon in a beer bottle.
Soak my vision in the clarity of hop flavored fermentation.
Recognize the moon for the rough lover it is;
Leaving the sky blue, blending to purple
Then yellowing around the edges.
Have a bouquet of daisies delivered
And let the last petal that hits the table
Sing “He loves you not.”
Leave a box of chocolates in my mailbox,
And if the mailman eats them
A picture is like a highlighter.
It’s our way of saying
“If you don’t want to fail life
You will remember this moment.”
But in a world of camera phones
And selfie-sticks
We have forgotten how to study for the test.
Instead of highlighting the key concepts
And defining terms of our lives
We line the whole page fluorescent,
until we are overrun by pictures of moments
That were never meant to be remembered.
Honey, bring me the sunset in a coffee cup.
Pour this ceramic vessel to the brim
Of a technicolor sky.
As the sun falls, dip dying the horizon
In Valentine hearts, monarch’s wings, and lilac petals,
Make me a promise to leave
A salt stained mattress at the place of impact.
An eight foot trampoline speckled with melted water balloons
From childhood games.
Return to me the sexuality of youth’s first love,
Why must beauty be gentle?
Soft, pure, pastel, and delicate…
Can I not be striking, spectacularly singular?
Purple and white, a brilliant streak of energy
Tearing the sky in two and bolting down the sides.
I want to be a blazing fire; an inferno that burns away,
Not into a temperate pool of gray haze and nothingness,
But into incandescent embers
And anxious tinder that awaits re-ignition.
Behold the rose I grasp in my hand.
Where did all the blue skies go?
Because all I see above me are
Accusatory clouds wagging fingers in my direction.
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When did the middle ground become a high-wire?
And why does the wire seem so out of reach?
When did “okay” become the American dream?
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Orion, why do I treat you like a psychiatrist on my speed dial?
Ignoring you until I’m not, then impatiently awaiting your appearance?
Why, when I am unable to comprehend the devotion others show to religion,
Is the only word I have left – faith?
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