Motion in the distance

Empty rusted rail cars roll along
The river water rushes frothy over rocks
A dog chases down a ball in the park 
Runners run past walkers on the trail 
Cars get to wherever the highway goes 
Sometimes you look and there’s nothing 
It’s all still and staying 
From the rooftop
I can see all the way to the mountains 
It’s morning 
And Denver is awake and moving 

April 27, 2022 at 09:11AM

A text of love

Leaning back in my office chair 
Looking out the window 
Watching the workers 
Build the first floor 
Of the commercial building
As the crane rotates overhead 
My phone buzzes in my pocket
I take it out and read 
A text from you that says 
You love me 
I know it’s only words 
But it’s almost too much
While the workers work
And the soft music plays 
And I know that you love me 

April 25, 2022 at 03:19PM

Heroine withdrawals

So this is what it’s like 
To have everything 
And then lose it all
To hold an angel in your arms
And then watch her fly away 
To stay in bed for days
Because everything you want 
Is in the sheets with you
And then try to sleep alone 
It almost would have been better
To stay a poor lonely bastard
And never have felt her love 
But of course not
Because as low as the low is now
The high was even higher 
And I’d walk on glass for miles
Burn for years 
And take even more pain
Than the space of my body can contain 
For one more night with her 

April 07, 2022 at 07:18PM

Porter Robinson Red Rocks Two Grams of Mushrooms 4/2/22

At the concert, in the crowd, I wish I was more masterful in the art of dance. The music moves me, but my bodily motions don’t match the beauty that the music makes me feel inside. 

Like blades of grass in a dark field, the crowd bends and wavers in the wind of the music. Rays of light shoot forth from the stage through the smoke. The singer jumps and turns in circles and shouts. The guitarist walks casually by and strums. 

Tinted glasses are a reminder that I can change my perception as easily as taking the frame between my fingers and shifting it up and down so the lenses alternate between being in my line of sight and below it. The color of everything changes between having a blue tint and looking normal. How easily can I change my perception in other ways? 

As a writer, I am jealous of singers and musicians. Their art form is so tangible and accessible. Reading writing requires opening a book or otherwise getting the words in front of your eyes and then reading them silently to yourself in your own head. Just as the act of writing is solitary, so too is the act of reading. Music, on the other hand, can be played out loud. It reaches your ears in the physical world.