Strong suit

Run-into-wall man is doing the best he can

keeps his head up, inhales, gears up and

with a head of steam and positive energy

smashes his smile into the masonry

Walls and doors are just the same

doors won’t open, walls receive his wail

collect his efforts among their rubble in a pail

Persistence is key that opens what is framed

Run-into-wall man is dead tired of trying

Rearranges his helmet

wipes his eyes of what has transpired

between belly and pant seam tucks some pamphlets

Runs at it strong headedly

Grinning at the cracks he sees

As he heaves pamphlets and all

over the wall

the wall’s on fire people are tired

paper cuts in their ears on either side on the other side

his words make an impact but do not adhere

Run-into-wall man no longer runs but cups his hands around his mouth

until someone comes to see what he’s on about

but if only someone would

open up and see  his strong suit

Origami amor

She said I carry snow in my pockets

From the past, started in my sockets

She comments on pillows of mine

They’re not fluffy but used

for noses snotty, runny and moisture infused

When wearing a frown above blurry eyes

She knows to stroke counterclockwise

Turn back my thoughts like hands on my face

Oh how many hours in this happy daze?

It may come as no surprise but when I rise

Or try to move from under and am with her

The duvet seems warmly freshly poured

We swim like towel swans in each other’s court

We rest our heads on handkerchiefs far from plush

The flakes have evaporated from under us

Once ugly ducklings, now manifest

as snow white pages

we don’t ruffle feathers but caress

to collect feathers for cases

to billow in wind that dries our backs to statuesque

let’s bundle up in this bindle that we made our bed

and unfold what wings can hold 

whether picnic or kafkaesque