Scene 365: UnFinale

The doors are red.

The paint drips menacingly,

though long dried on that aged wall.

The rustic knob creaks.

Refusing to turn.

We sit.

And we wait.

The doors will open.

The gates, so jagged

laugh at us resting.

Their teeth taunt.

And their breath beats

never relenting.

We lie.

And we wait.

The doors will open.

And we will enter green gates

Done.

It's a weird feeling. For sure.

I know no one really reads this, but I can't help but have to pause and ponder this.

365 poems.

365 scenes.

365 memories.

Wow.

There's really nothing I can say. Except that this has taught me a lot.

And I can't wait to see what the future has.

It was fun. See y'all later.

Scene 364: Anticipation

The stars fizzle

sparkling in the corners.

Oh breath,

I need you to catch up to you.

How do you expect?

Eons

compressed into a single lung.

Pressure in the veins,

bursting with riches

Hesitancy in the fingers,

until spiders dance across.

One breath,

before we explode

Scene 363: Whispers

The paint peeled

around the hole in the wall

and the words

oozed onto the floor,

dripping from that gaping gap.

Uncontrolled,

the mill blossomed

and soiled the wall,

burying it in quiet whispers

Scene 362: Timed

Though you tripped yesterday, I felt no remorse.

Under the cold canopy that dawned,

the weight of the sun grew

and it crushed you.

Had we skipped today, I'd feel pity.

With the beat of the midday daze,

your breathing slanted,

as if merited.

Don't think of eating tomorrow, for I am full.

Before the rising moon screams,

leave your ears uncovered,

and listen to the symphony

Scene 360: Our Union

There are too many toothbrushes in the closet,

yet your floors are still dirty.

The blood under your nails just won't vanish,

and your ring finger aches.

The bells are ringing, over that hill,

yet trudge as you might, you never will.

The iron circle that should bind you always,

is bent at three points.

We drink our chardonnay at home,

and sip on dry martinis.

The white frosted sheet we wished to dance upon,

crumbles under our feet

Scene 359: Indigo

My road is painted

Your house is not

in between the two lines

our souls will rot

Scene 358: Yellow

Underneath the blazen sun

dripping in syrup

the golden slime eeks across the sky

like a snail, trudging along,

smiling like a sloth

at all that's below.

Scene 357: Violet

Under your feet,

the purple carpet slinks about

its fabric wrapping the goosebumps

crinkling along your soles.

Too calloused,

they don't feel anything,

and continue to walk down

a violet road.

Scene 356: Green

The soda can sat on the desk, reflecting the humming lights;

a cold fizz escapes into the air.

Her eyes are lit, staring down the future.

Her body aches.

The stars quiver, and they skip across the streets and lakes,

running from empty superstitions.

The presidents frown, sitting at the bottom of a cold fountain,

gathered in a sea of wishes.

Truth sits alone, in the beating heart of fury,

bleeding green

Scene 355: Red

A dabble on the sky

that sits on the floor,

sidling in its own reflection

of ultimate love and protection.

You stole it,

so no one else could

Scene 354: Orange

A pile of skin

peeled,

bleeding its juices

all over the floor.

Beauty is on the inside,

the orange cried.

Scene 353: Blue

The iron on your crown

falls to the snow

in a shatter of flakes

that shower the ponds

in blue

Scene 352: Tips of Tomorrow

The blueberry on the tip of your fingers

paints your tongue like an ocean,

oh, the juice stains drip down from your eyes,

sweet and sorrowful.

Break open the teeth

and lay against your bed.

Tomorrow was here

Scene 351: Lament

In the shades of the apple tree

we sang a lullaby the the clouds

that hovered in our chests,

eeking out of our pores.

Those who wished

for more than just the weather

found themselves in the eyes.

And we picked potatoes with our toes,

drinking apple juice,

and crying all the while.

Scene 350: In the Rain

Balls

on the line

slipping like gentle fizz

Three

balloons in the sky

unknown to the child

The colors light up,

the faces glow

and the shades march

Scene 349: On the Nature of Dawn

Silence in the sun

that washes over the fields

on blinking eyelids

Scene 348: We Lived

There's a story about the sky

but I have forgotten it.

The expanse

seems to have swallowed

all words

and the time

is all that remains

Scene 347: Choice

We were nostalgic in the dark

drinking in the showers of chardonnay.

Oh, on your behalf

we chose a feel for your fingers

How could we know

that your adolescence would rebel such?

There were fires in the dark

that lit up our hearts and our fists.

The smoke of our voices

made a smog under the roofs of our mouthes

Disappointment is natural,

when you rot our dreams.

No, we do not wish to speak for you,

but we wish you would say our words.

Hiding under the tye-dyed bridge,

your idle hands held a horrific shape.

Harsh it may be, it's natural

when you rot our dreams.

Stop, your tears do no good here,

when our tears cannot hide you

Scene 346: In the Furnace

Along the dotted lines

we forged something.

Something special

lay in those dark curves

when together,

we forged our relationship

official

fingers filling spaces,

points penning down,

oh yes.

We forged it.

Scene 345: Sight

Wonders the boy

oh

dazzling.

The sights

how they scream

in the pupils

and they grow, expanding

everything they see,

their views

dilate.

School is in session

Scene 344: Untold

Don't you want to dance with me?

Along the pages, we'll take a stride

oh the stories our lives will write,

painting the minds of children,

and accenting the minds of old,

let's simply sing

and jump

and cry

our hands together

for all time

Scene 343: Fall

Pairs

of apples

sitting on the table

a perfect tablescape

that drinks in the sunlight

splitting the eve

onto the floor.

What a mistake

Scene 342: Ten Triangles

We sat under the fan

the hot air leaving our faces through our sweaty pores.

The sand beneath our heads

muddying over time

as we reached our fingers to fill our empty spaces

humbled under the moonlight

our numbers together made a one

and a zero.

We were creative in the dark

and we made a new ten.

Our ten

Scene 342: Double Dipping

Followthrough

with the smoke

the punch

came slowly

and the hit

flung the trip

over the moon

Scene 341: Restless

I sit at my window and watch the lights glide by

And every time those wheels roll,

I feel my heart beat.

So slowly

against the syncopation of the city.

Lights blink and roar through the night

breathing with the pace of the clouds.

With each tear that a cloud didn't cry,

my heart stamps its foot down

and my body aches.

The tick of the clock is so callous.

Oh, for a second,

just give me another one,

so that I may catch up.

My heart's feet grow tired from stamping

Scene 340: The Net

A friendly stranger

from an invisible net

cast off far

into the plentiful sea.

What a catch

such a nice profile

against the sunset glow of the water

that your face

posed

Words so exchanged

like an old widow

though still as young as an egg,

too eager to hatch

and swim with the fishes

Scene 339: Fallout

Running down the street

burning the rubber raw

the smell of steam and iron

radiates through the city.

Oh, the sensations

that course through the veins.

The highways and sidewalks

all shatter in unison.

The lightbulbs and towers

flicker and die

like a candle on a colored cake,

though no wishes are granted here.

Scene 338: Time Wasted

The blue cried

into the shoulders of the rainbow

tears that dripped

from the clouds

into the pots of gold

staining them

and rusting into dust

Scene 337: Sacrifice

An apple

from the sky

such curiosity

slithering about

like a whisper in the air.

The seeds

would crumble

spreading like ash

from the blood

of a son

Scene 336: The Gardener and the Virus

He trimmed the leaves

and cut the branches

hoping

that the redwood would fall