Hovering Over The Unfriend Button

the weight of your deprecation rests heavy 

inside a small cavity never before explored.

you have become a dangerous jaw breaker

colourful and inviting, sugary sweet...

yet time consuming and actually quite painful.

picking the petals, searching for an answer...

a revolving door of banter that never seems

to actually matter, words rushing out of mouths

and passing through the canal but never

hitting the important spots 

none of the actualities being absorbed.

there is a distinctive disinterest cultivating 

amongst a jury of peers that are hovering

over the Unfriend button.

Restraining Order Mentality

crass talk, this close to uninstalling

the predicament of communication when

electronic blunders seem to be most effective

one thousand views and not a single coherent comment

setting fire to the sails of a friendship

the constant scrub, trying to exfoliate me

back up, back off 

restraining order mentality 

on how you're trying 

to promote your conflicting vibes

Phone-y Affection

the backsplash on your succotash has

got us a little tweety

a hundred and forty characters

but none from that famous

yellow family, we're

all cracking jokes but we're

not sure what a millennial is...

three pairs of socks in my

canvas sneakers equates

to winter boots in the city

dashing through your

feed with an eagerness to please,

ourselves out of remission,

we ain't missing notifications

just the punctuation of our feelings

and how many Likes does it take

to get past that phone-y affection?

Instant Mayhem of Absolute Living

the foolish frenzy of dazzling ideas all mixed up, 

shuffled into a swift deck that is begging you to take action. 

for the words tumble drying out of your mouth are brittle, 

they will not survive 

in the instant mayhem of absolute living we strive to do. 

the calendar is not our master.

it's a short distance for all of us, 

some even shorter,

we're going to run this trek. 

collecting fragments of ourselves in the vast gullies 

of where ever will have us.

catching glimpses of one another's teeth; 

laughter the soundtrack, 

we're feeling like a balmy day nowhere near summer, 

an abundance of questions and answers, 

baiting the end of our hooks,
we've got the time, 

but we don't got the need to figure it out.

thoughts keep percolating, we keep them pouring out.