Transverse

parallel lines have always served as a comfort
because i know
no matter how far they go they will never cross paths
with another
and lose a piece of themselves in the process of
factionalized patience with no beginning
only the promise of a fleeting junction
only hesitant common ground
only end.

Blue Sidecar

Blue sidecar hold me above the tracks
Keep time
Keep time against the hum of lazy hours
As they forge ahead to cushion the fall
Falling
Pushing through soft sheets of identity suspended in the air 
I might almost taste the condensed clouds
Breathe them in and let them swim
There lies sweet release in the saturation
Folding into the crevices of progression
Speeding across terrain in nimble flight
I come to stand stills now and then
For a moment only to forget 
The rhythmic pulsing of blue sidecars
Until we board again