News of Your Engagement

News of Your Engagement

The next time I hear a song that carries me back

to a comforting plateau in your eyes,

I will not recall how our dancing esteem was halted, by the door

broken down by the three-german-officer scoul on your face.

Instead I will think on the quaintness of your shared mobile phone plan,

and it's proclaim of 21st century commitment,

the defeat of your two car garage,

and the Sundays spent organizing things for which you have no use,

your slowing metabolism and I will share ample laughter,

in the face of your planned meals, as your nightly walks lessen,

and I will have my compass ready, to chart the waters

of widening doubt, between your night-stand and his.

The next time I hear that song we used to sing together, 

I will think of your stereo, chewing it's cord from the wall,

desiring freedom and a more spontaneous soundtrack,

far removed from religion and support groups,

and the person you split the utility bills with.

flier for our first song & poem night at pleasant st. peanuts style

fall fun day... and other adventures with film

Poster design for Ghost Town Trio on Guy Fawkes day.

Skinny Latte

Skinny Latte

Lament for the woman, business professional,

multi-tasking, espresso fueled and demanding.

Her judgement of the counter girl falls under brief priority

to the hands-free wired ear piece,

who's wire become the obstacle to her purse;

this, doubtlessly the weakest moment of her morning,

and somehow that corporate determination,

the one that gained the applause at the presentation in minneapolis last week,

finally wins her wallet back into it's place,

purse over shoulder,

and her shoes resume the confident percussion

of her "don't get in my" swaggart.

You sultry bitch.

abandoned warehouse: medina, oh