BLADE

pulling our pants
on in the dark

sometimes we are alone

or sometimes

we are alone, even if
we're not.

Some days the skies

are dark as seeds

and some days
the cars and trucks

honk their
way into oblivion

And some days 

the words are nothing

but small factories

that belch the smog

and soot of their ideas

into the thick night.

The razor’s edge

is a sign. 

Some days

It’s closer than others.