On Being Able To Mention

If
you
only spoke
to me
in small
fragments,
I would
climb
mountains
in between
your
syllables,
and force
Zeus to
swallow
his pride
like
the Man
you
think he
is.

If you
only came
centimeters
from my
face, I
would
give those
26.2’ers
a run
for their
money
ten times
over, and
make the
world
stand still
for the
moments
you took
in air.

Of course,
if you
gave me
even a
dime of your
time,
I’d begin
to leave
liking you
to loving
you, like
newborns
do
before
they even
learn
how
to etch
words.

M.C. Davis

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A Family Affair

Often, during this time of the year, families will often find themselves nestled next to each other in a frenzy of soul food, laughter, wine, and sometimes dismay.

Oh, I know.

In a loose setting, families tend to forget to address any and all past issues, and simply regress to let bygones stay bygones; but more often than none, the good and juicy families have the ability to counter-attack any semblance of normality for a quick jab, punch, or slap from a past boxing match.

This, as you can imagine, can lead to a kind of spectacle since most people, including those devoted NASCAR and MMA fans, enjoy seeing a nice car wreck every now and then. The more fire the merrier right?

I don’t think families are any different.

So, when you start to see a few sparks fly from those olden days of yesteryear, feel free to ask someone around you for a small glass of water.

If you’re real lucky, that will be all that’s needed to get the party back on course.

M.C. Davis

Addict

Drugs,
Sex, and
Rock and
Roll just
don’t
do
it for
me
any more.
I need
ample
room to
breathe
in
lustful
amounts of
the stuff
that grows
ripe and
supple.
I need
the
kind
of stuff
that
dreams are
made
of, minus
the
fact that
I have
to
wake up
with
sleep in
eyes.

It needs
to be
free, torn,
and bent
to my
desire,
and if you
stand
too close,
I may
just
suck you
in without
warning.

If anything,
it needs
to
be close
to the
heat
of the equator,
and geographically
tied
to my origins like
Abraham, Douglass,
and Giovanni.

See,
what
I mean
to
say
is my
addiction
is real,
like oxygen
in
the trees,
or love
in those
hearts
and minds,
so if
you’re
up for it,
I’ll keep
my eyes
open
just enough
to see
you through
my
haze.

M.C. Davis

Sleep Can Be A Four-Letter Word

…well, I suppose if one really feels that way, anything could be a four-letter word.

Over the past few days, I’ve been battling a sleep pattern.

Not necessarily in the literal sense, but more so in the sense of when I’m able to tackle sleep.

You know, on my own schedule.

For one, my sleep pattern in general is mostly screwed up since my work shift is mostly screwed up–which, as most of you have suspected–is probably the most confusing aspect of my job. And to be honest, it’s not the sleep that’s the problem, but rather the schedule at which I sleep that seems to change drastically at times.

Like now.

For example, these last four days have been filled with random attempts to sleep to a normal pace but, as it seems, I’ve failed miserably. Now, don’t misunderstand me, I’ve slept many good hours over these past four days, but not exactly the schedule I’d prefer the sleep those good hours. Instead of sleeping from 7am to 3pm, it would have been nice to actually try to climb in and out of sleep when everyone else climbs in and out of sleep.

And then there was the leaky kitchen sink valve, which probably led to some water damage.

yikes.

It’s actually funny to walk on hardwood flooring and feel it move under your feet. Gooey wouldn’t be my first word choice but for some reason it’s making it firmly into this post.

Yep. I’ll be paying for this later.

Other than the usual daily adventures, life is grand. Still proofing the book and hopefully making my way up to Maine sooner than later. It’ll be nice to be in a place where everyone knows your name, Social Security number, Date of Birth, and blood type.

…and that’s just the employee base at the 7-Eleven.

M.C. Davis

Looking Glass

She’s
looking
at him,
and he’s
looking
at you;
but they’re
looking
at us
finding
room
in our
schedules
to
actually
see all
of this
happening
around
us.
Actually,
we’re
looking
but not
seeing,
and the
screen door
is wide
open.

Now, who’s
looking?

M.C. Davis