AM

Mornings after

fever dreams

Sunrise steals night's eager air

Reality an opaque tapestry

Memory a lost affair

Dawn's light lifts

the sea-grean veil

and i am left feeling greedy

for gambles won,

roads abandoned

Hungry Noise

Surround me in the water

with electric air
breathe a beat
straight to my veins
Sharp
Edges that fray to string
Toxic sound
so nourishing

The bass sinks
into this hungry noise

Cymbal up-and-down and up-and
Smashing me alive

Shackle lost
Abandon claimed

Sway onto fearless planes
that low tones discover

Gathering

Now that we've sobered up

we grab our keys and drive.

Hit these headlight parades

as if we have somewhere better to go

we stop and fill up where little hitchhikers, scurrying, chase

after the vacancy signs

duct-taped to our license plates

we won't keep

these crumpled receipts

The gathering road becomes a yellow blur of fickle faces,

dotted lines

to nowhere

everywhere