That Thing Poets Do In April: 27/30

I can create a scene
A moment that's captured
With an old oranges box
Propped up by a stick
Triggered by a string
Trickery
Maybe
But all the more real
If you believe it is

I can summon an environment
Made up of the air you breathe
Engineer it to connect the mind
With the present
Have them speak in two different languages
Understanding one another
Perfectly

I can
I shall
I will
In time
Create Rome
When ever
Where ever
Just say so
Say
Anything

That Thing Poets Do In April: 26/30

It's like working with Mercury
It's high science
It's an art form

It's mathematics

Character + History + Plot = "Scene"

Tradition + Situation + Evolution = "Conflict"

Absence + Love + Weakness = "Desire"

To understand the meaning of life, you must live it
Over and over
Filter out the bad
And the good
Keep what's alluring
Compelling
Art

That Thing Poets Do In April: 24/30

Haiku
From the "Greater than Numbers" collection

There is no Legend

Only the palm of your hand

My fist are prophets

That Thing Poets Do In April: 25/30

The eye contact was weird
A little crazy
Please
Let me start over
Past the cusp
Where
We have already exchanged pleasantries
Simply catching up since it's been so long
That I forgot your name
You've forgot my profession

The questions are all out of order
Sorting by systems selected at random
How they roll off the tongue
Trying to keep things
Interesting
The carrot of conversations
Keep it moving
It should be rewarding
But the unknown "X"s
And other variables aren't helping
We'll cross that bridge
Not know "if"or "when" we'll get to it
Thinking too far into it
Let's start over

Where we're curled up like a question marks
The irony not lost on us
Snickering at the silence
Geeked over the possibilities we could fill it with
It's comedic
It's sexy
It's innocent
It's comforting
Even in conflict
Damn artist
Always gotta create shit\
I don't like that
Scrap it
Let's start over

When I ask for whatever you're selling
Hoping it's understood I'm not interested in the product
Segue from features to character
Warranty to "Whacha doin after this?"
Depart with digits on paper
Hanging on to it as if life depended on it
Cause I'm bring this thing back tomorrow
Citing it wasn't a good fit
Try again
New Store
New Product
Starting over

Hello
My name is Nigel
I just wanted to let you know
You walked passed me and didn't say "Hi"
You wanna start over?

That Thing Poets Do In April: 23/30

My imagination is at it's best

When I make assumptions

Creative conclusions

Made from nothing more than

Fabric

Samples

Scent

The rest is processed

With a human evolution type

"YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME"

Science

Thinking "Me"

Accurate

MacGyver mind

Common characteristics

Used to complete circuits

Create connections

Make "Believe"

Me

Eyes know these things

Seen them many times before

Through gossip

I can picture it

Share it

Instagram rustic

So it looks authentic

True to life 

Flashing before your eyes

Don't focus

Live in the moment

You have only a second

Make your decision

Move on

If you're wrong, you were right

At the time

When confronted with this moment

And asked if it was 

If it is

All they said it would be

That Thing Poets Do In April: 22/30

What is the look of...
It's got somethin to do with
Uh...
Being in the right place
Wrong timeline
Stayed silent
When you should've spoke up
Blurted the obvious
Instead of staying choked up
What is the look of...

Sounds like (object)
Feels like (concept)
Slippery when caught
Finger pointing at the obvious
Still needing to be taught
Coached
This is how it's suppose to be
According to the look of...

A happy balanced smedium
A collage of colors
Black
Reaching the shallow depths
Of "Thanks. But no yes."
It's not you
It's me
Giving you "The eyes"
It's the look of...

It's got something to do with
Uh...
A pat on the back
And uh...
"God has a woman out there for you."
I don't doubt it
But I wonder if she knows
That she's with the wrong cat
Now
How would she?
No one knows the look of...

That Thing Poets Do In April: 21/30

Let me start by saying
"You're welcome"
Not everyone gets such an invite
In person
To join us
Wake up
It's a beautiful day

And when I say
"Good Morning"
It means
"I know you have dreams that haven't come true."
"But you don't have to be sleep to realize them."
Open your eyes, friend
This suburban cul de sac of cubicles ain't us
Was never meant to be "us"
But "we" still exist
Dreamers
Not zombies
Wake up
It's a beautiful day

I've always wanted to have a neighbor
Just
Like
You
I always wanted someone to say "Good Morning"
Too
So
Let's make the most of this
*Grabs you by the collar, jams you into the wall*
Beautiful day
Since we both would rather be pursing our dreams
We might as well say
Wake up
You fucking prick
It's a beautiful day