Every Now If Not Again (Capacity Pt. 24)


Every Now If Not Again (Capacity Pt. 24)

I know I speak too often in ‘sometimes’ but nothing is ever ‘every time’ or ‘all the time’ is it? I mean, can you have anything more than once? Or, is it now or nothing? How do we accept our endings? Do we call it ‘happy’ just because it’s over? Yeah, sometimes we have to. I congratulate my losses for being able to leave.

Does Not Return


Home is another way of saying

faucets drip

after being turned off,

coffee dregs are good for gardens

and the underside of pillows

live in constant state of autumn

with cool fallen down

away from warm drool

released when sleep

needed soliloquy

-hollow-                               for the walls.

The edges are smooth and joined

but slip in seasons moving

The house is Pygmalion to a hundred

hands

and does not return desire

to renter.

(H)ours


(H)ours

The cup and the bell

 

The warm chocolate

against the sounds

of snow falling

from the tolling

for whom?

The hours honored in chimes

require libation

doctored

to fit occasion,

weather

And whether or not

it’s worth it at all

to call out the next

60 minute

increment.