Hotels: Miami to Vegas

The same palm trees
In a chlorine breeze
Make me want to walk along the sand
‘Cause my mind doesn’t understand
That the hush of the ocean unseen
Is really an H-VAC machine.

Same Space

Same chair, same space,
Contemplating grace
In the same chair.  Same space.
Same empty echo-ey place.
Inside, it’s the same race
To discover the same space.

Sunrise in Vegas

The mountain hovers over dappled lights of nightlife disappearing
As the sun rises with sweeping brushstrokes of drop-shadowed orange,
Air brushed over a jagged silhouette.

The contrast ratio changes with the signs of darkness clearing.
Trees and rocks, barely saturated with the glow of orange
Find their way from darkness till sunset.

The Perfect Thing to Say

If I found that perfect thing too early
Then it would be down hill from there
So I let that thing escape me
And blank out in a stare.

That perfect thing to say
Is even harder to discover
When my foot seems to hover
Right in front of my mouth.

Sometimes I dig myself in deeper
Which tells you I’m a keeper
As I stand in a hole and doubt
I can dig myself out.

Late and Time to Pack

My packing delay today
May make me miscount
The amount of socks I need,
Or undershirts to succeed
in not having dirty clothes,
It’s time to pack I suppose.

Answering the Call

It’s usually easy to answer the phone
When I hear something that rings true,
something that I can do.

It’s hard to stay on the line with you
When I wanna be alone
Listening to a ring tone.

Refrigerated Fruit

My mind cannot grapple
With the concept of room-temperature fruit.
Why wouldn’t you want it cold?
When an orange or an apple
Rewards refrigerated pursuit,
All I taste is bold.

Knick-Knack-Slack

Time for me to pick up the knick-knack-slack,
Buy something next to the tic-tac-rack
labeled “impulse buy.”

Rather than walk on by
I can’t help but think back
To the last time I bought a knick knack
And found the purpose
Of a horizontal surface.