Pull Door

If you tried to push but nearly slammed your face
You could curse the door or
Simply give yourself some space
To pull the door in this case.

Aloe

This tissue’s like a sandpaper mesh
Around the remaining flesh
Ringing my nostrils with red
Chapped skin instead

Of imagining where the aloe plant grows,
An exotic place where colds don’t exist,
A warm place where they insist
There’s a comfort in blowing my nose.

Killavision

Sit in the glow of other people’s dreams
As their victory gleams
With the reflection of your decision
To watch them have a vision.

When the Rain Wins

I’ll begin
And give it my all tomorrow.
‘cause right now I know
I’d rather complain
And let the rain
Win.

In Decision

There’s a fission found in decision
When two opposing choices have their voices
Unheard so each word
opposes the other letting another
Moment fill with the division of indecision.

Sisyphean Toothpaste

I strain in vain
As I fold and roll and squeeze and slide
To squish the toothpaste still inside
Outward for my bristles’ claim
Of yesterday’s eternal game.

It’d be a shame to waste
Any bit of tooth paste.