rain or shine

I go out holding my violent blue envelopes
I'm numb to the water pouring down
on my dark blue umbrella I thought would mean something

you watch your steps;
on my head, how many times have you told me you hated puddles?

As you wonder what they'll do
with the massive overflow of drops on the streets

I'm moved backwards, you walk straight ahead;
we move towards Monday and beyond

He pretends he knows some words
I silently promise life will treat him nicely.

I'll be back in 10.

perhaps for no reason

when wisdom slew hope
I thought you and I should start writing

before turning the page we could
point out why poets can't live in the unknown

but for now courage could stop being underrated
and we could stop talking about the infinite

and for a while the exact opposite, perhaps,
for it seems it neither takes a pilot to fly a plane
nor reason for the fading of our pain

four words unsaid

I'd cry out front
on the fence
maybe just once
we could be proud to be in a huge flat screen
if you'd built one out of finished statements
maybe you could let them know
we were willing to sail ahead
for words unsaid

eternal recurrence

we may eventually forget south,
restart our lives without writing about the color on the horizon

maybe by then
they'll have created a perfect setting
for two friends to find one another

as things reach ground zero
tricked by our own unmoving,
unbeatable oblivion

full-size assumption

everything we've told people
lying under both our pillows

a shopping list of feelings
we fail to see under direct sunlight