The door gets stuck at about a 45-degree angle, stopped midway through its journey. The warped wooden floor bubbles up there, causing the bottom of the door to meet the raised plank with a sharp squeal that cuts off abruptly. Whether you’re opening it or closing it, the door simply cannot complete its job on its own.
There are only two ways to help it reach its destination.
The first is to force it through the bump—shove hard enough and you’ll hear the gentle scrape of wood against wood, leaving fresh scratches on both the floor and the door’s bottom edge. Quick, but destructive. You’d think that opening and closing it this way would eventually create enough friction that the wood plank would simply give up and allow the door through effortlessly. But as of now, it has not. The bump remains defiant, the sound never softens.
The other way is to step on the floor plank, pressing it down with your weight. Do this and the door glides smoothly past, finally able to finish what it started. A small cooperation between foot and plank, a moment of attention instead of force. Being kind, similar to holding the door for someone, one is holding the floor for the door enabling it to pass through.
I
When I saw you lying down on my couch,
My Golden Velvet couch,
All I was able to gaze upon
Was a sesame seed
In between your front two teeth;
Trapped in a place where my tongue should have been
At that time.
I did not notice your new hairdo
Or the fact that you were wearing your shoes on my couch,
My Golden Velvet couch,
Nor did I get a respectable glance
At your naked body
Which would have raised an eyebrow
Under normal circumstances but not today;
Not like this.
I was angered by your tarnished beauty.
I was not at all myself.
II
I am sorry that I smashed out your front two teeth
But they looked so frustrated holding that seed in place
And I
Was in a drunken stupor;
Logic did not come at all into play.
I saw you on my couch,
My Golden Velvet Couch,
And I lost my mind for a brief moment.
Only a moment.
All I could see was a bagel ornament
Destroying that would-be stunning image of you
Lying naked upon my couch,
My Golden Velvet couch.
III
We are still together,
My love, my golden velvet love,
And I am beginning to feel great remorse over the incident.
You no longer confide in me,
I can feel it by the way you shy away from me
But I still do love you and that space
That stares at me every now and then
When I am able to get that nervous smile out of you
And if you don’t mind me saying so,
Something is hanging from the corner of your lip.
The sky reminds me that there is more.
There is always more.
I am not sure what more there could possibly be,
But then again, I have no real imagination.
I see the days moving slowly,
And yet quickly, all at once.
Perhaps it’s my obsession with my lack of legacy,
Or the endless requirements
That repeat each day
And waste away mysteriously behind me.
I can’t reach what’s behind me;
Too much is blocking me.
Most of it is me.
I am waiting for more than this.
But until more arrives,
I must settle for this:
A frozen stream of water beneath the sky,
Still and unmoving,
A haunting reminder
That this is it—
All I have is what surrounds me.
Not what is above, or below, or behind,
But what is now.
This moment.
From now on, I must accept
That the sky is my enemy.
And I hope, I truly hope,
That I can get through the next minutes.
I've been here for a long long time
I've been here for trying not rhyme
but I am failing miserably
And I'm not same without you near.
I came close to the sun today
But I stumble and fumbled my way
and it's not like this was expected
It's not like I have been rejected
In life, there is no winning all the time or losing all the time. It’s a lifelong struggle of evening out. Back and forth between the hills and valleys, a balance between euphoria and misery. It’s a fight until the very end when we’re on our deathbeds looking back and after a life of contemplation realizing that everything was our parents’ fault after all.
I thought you told me you wanted to eat up my sadness but what you actually said was you wanted to eat my sandwich
Let's take a break.
A break in two.
At 2:00
Me and you.
A temporary break
A rudamentary break.
There's been a break-in
At the popsicle stand.
Unlike you and me
Popsicles are designed
To break in two.
Will you be my stand-in
for this sitdown?
I read your words and I hate you.
I hate you and not your words.
Your words make sense
You, I am afraid, do not.
You enter the house
unannounced and unwelcomed
unloved and betrayed
on a scale your guilt is weighed.
All this time
I've thought I have been cheating death,
Life has been cheating me.
It hasn't been treating me
Instead it has been defeating me
Beating me and hating me.
Berating me, deflating me
and making me its bitch.
Taking its time
torturing me,
but fortunately
this game has a clock on it's scoreboard
for when life gets bored it can look up
at the shutout it has against me
and see the seconds tick away
knowing it has played its best best game ever
and I wasn't a worthy adversary.
When I see you
I am not sure you're seeing me.
The things we can be -
Together through our history.
Reserved and quietly.
High rise in the skies
Obstructing the sunrises
To everyones suprise
You summarize the lies
and calculate the sundries.
