Palpable Identities

i can hear your smile at a frequency

in tuned with my pulse

flicking the headlights on and out

a percussion washes away any happenstance 

confirms a link made of palpable identities

a surge of contact

an instant connection

tethered by double knotted shoelaces

but still causing a trip

a stumble

dragging my feet over these thoughts of you

No Mercy To Give

be that kind of weather the demands em to toughen up

charity for your clarity, an oasis of fierceness
feisty trouble, will throw punches
towel dry the strategy
remain unfiltered - bring a constant strain of terror
different brand, different effect, louder decibel
showing no mercy for there is no mercy in me to give
if you're watching
you'll see
hurricane massacre daydream
cable TV live stream
brought to you not by whomever you thought i'd be

Plantation of Sociables

it was enchanting being so unaware
of everything, so loud and so bright,
happening in our immediate atmosphere,
yet being so plugged into what was
happening to someone else.
they becoming your personal celebrity,
you the adoring fan. cherishing their hobbies
as if you truly cared about collecting
trinkets and naming them after dead presidents. there was a colossal weight lifted on and off your shoulders while consuming their interactions with the world. a swift plantation of social endeavours. a Like for a Like, a share for a share. the virtual game of spin the bottle but instead of kissing you were reeling in the glow of your mobile phone, tucked safely in your own bed - alone and unkissable. 

Reasoning For The Seasoning

Educated guess, still shots in the dark —

no matter how much

intellect you got on light

Feeling the ideas, the idea of a feeling

A heave of information

mixes with the notion of fact

the possibilities of creativity

all blooming in reality

An influx of fiction

tucked into all of our pockets;

researching in the clouds…

a mobile location for plotting

Reasoning for the seasoning of the times

Shake and bake, what's your best guess?

Top Button Cool

he keeps his cool under his collar

strategically nestled right near his pulse

a steady stream of verbal 

confidences are kept under wraps

his eyes retrain the imminent

frenzy of his presence 

a game of tug-o-war unfolds
suddenly you're involved
without a single touch
willing that top button to come undone
unravel all that cool, show me what you got

Juicy Fruit Condolences

Pepsi cola day dream, 

a pop culture massacre

dipping sauce opportunity 

juicy fruit condolences 

sugar high multiply 

the chances of your cavities 

television mind melt

Internet hurricane
an avalanche of typos

justified italicizes
quotation mark expressions

cyber bouquet
all the best wishes a keyboard can sprout

becoming the source
the outlet
the editor
the translator of your cliff notes

Nightlife Preserver

liquor smile pulling the strings

exuberant exchanges by the glassful

liquid courage, no fear of drowning

preserver of the nightlife 

cocktail napkins as a sign of surrender

cases of empties, last call, lights out

put up your dukes

drinking your struggles or your passions?

Cite Your Guts

Phrases on the threshold of an audience, 

buoying between friends and foes. 

A gentle glide into subtle honesty, 

no backhanded compliments, 

nothing complimentary today. 

Punctuated silences broken 

by the churning of brains. 

Mulling over the statements, 

honing in on what needs clarification. 

An essay stacked with truths and no citations, 

can you cite the heart 

or better yet the guts 

or even so a conscience? 

Etched into the current state of living 

with a new backbone, unveiling a relic of possibilities. 

Uncontrollably Strapped

eager mind, washing quickly

i think you get it

not very good with actions

so many things being said

want to try and confirm

do you know where the placement is

right on the edge

get there

involved and evolving

turning away

an assortment of words

no toppings, no spread

a buffet of 'don't knows'

strapped or controlled?

Absentminded Takeout

is our novelty wearing off yet

break the transmission 

take all you want

easy living when you're just escaping

takeout containers for your most precious possessions

conveniently absentminded 

of your own investigation

rummage around

see what you come up with

anything worth it

anything wanted

nick the surface

draw a little heat

recoil from the attention

flee, flee, flee

Pints of Realization

An atmosphere resides north of your brow, where thoughts percolate and drip-drop into constellations. You connect the dots over time, take a mental snapshot of its location. Searching for an answer you travel south of your sharp clavicle and listen to the morse code beating from your chest. The sync is perfection. You feel murky south of the beat in the depths of unmarked territory. Misdiagnosed as the stomach, not quite certain where the X falls on the map but here is where the butterflies live. And as they flutter and fizz, the atmosphere takes notice. Adapts to your circuitry and makes a decision that lines up in your throat, protected by your teeth.
Pour with discretion. 

Settling Self Scores

a constant demand of settling scores,

adding and subtracting the little things

the human ambition of empathy and

the consequences of throwing stones

is so much greater than our eyes implore,

but to be oneself - excelling to a point of

truth, what a beautiful notion..

to be yourself on the cusp of everyone

trying to be someone else, a light

creeps through the cracks, we've

all got em, life is bound to knock

you around a bit,

the strength acquired is mighty,

but how are you going to react?

for the reaction to action is

begging you to be the best version of

yourself, whoever that is, invitation sent,

you've got to embrace that person you've always been.