Sewing Wings

She is not a lottery

You can not win her

She is not a game show 

You can not spin her

She is not a fish to catch

There isn't a strong enough net

She's just like anyone else

Who's not like anyone you've ever met

She's not waiting 

In a tower for you

With a bleeding scalp

And wringing hands

She's not writing

Your name next to hers 

She won't know you 

She won't understand

She's not a picture

Time holds her closer than you

She's not a whisper

All your shouting can't undo

She's not a day dream

Or your sweaty fantasy collage

She won't be there in your kitchen 

when you come in 

from the garage

She's not praying

For you before she falls asleep

Breathless, heart pounding

For you to make her knees feel weak

She's not 'round the corner

Or across the aisle when you're on the train

If she's anywhere 

It's where she was going anyway

You're just seeing things
You're just sewing wings
On a flightless bird
Don't count the coins
In wishing wells
While you're hearing things
You never heard 

Jerry w/ the Red Cup

Staring into space

Over the top of the paper

Like an old vet in a cafe 

Waiting for a key word

So he can speak his two cents

For the first time 

To anyone besides the mirror 

Or the steering wheel 

Or the voice mail 

Of a long lost step kid

‘Cause I’m no expert 

But I mask loneliness

And the fear of eternal darkness

And the best of my life 

Might be behind with

With a quick quip I picked up 

From a pundit

Who’s angry for the ratings

But my angry rantings

Won’t bring my friends back

And this generation 

Is to blame

For not remembering

What I can’t forget

While I forget 

Everything

But the hate

That keeps my heart

Beating hard against the walls

Of reason

Remedy

And cholesterol

Knock Knock Box

Strip in the rain soaked cardboard
Tape gone slick
Greening spaces
Air pocket
Mud cement
Carnivorous wheels
Pothole destinations
But you're a real person now
You're a real person now
Still holding packing peanuts
In a dry warehouse
I'll sit alley steps
Remember you could be like me
But you're a real person now
You're a real person now
And you stack so fit
You ship next day
Brown corners sharp
Your mind could cut the air
International
Slip off the ends
Left for stoops