Gap: Ruining the Webs

The last of the good leaves stunned
the coffee into being warmer. No lemon,
no melon, no way to start the morning,
looking past & finding it the same future.

There’s nothing left but the dry oases
of the heart, the bursting of stars
at the brief switch of dusk.

-C.S. Henderson

Gap Project: Labor Days

In what baseless moment did the efflux
of existence occur? I forgot to turn on the news
and then saw the place-markers of reality become
tangents drowning in a cave.

I didn’t think it radical that whiskey and coke
blended together nicely, but after the drunk and hang
over I saw the prairie through the fog.

-C.S. Henderson

Gap Project: Breaking The Patio

The 97 year old ballerina doing pirouettes
in the waiting room tells me to feel
better, and why not!

I’m afraid the mulberry tree is rotting
from the inside, my father said with the deft
breath of axe.

-C.S. Henderson

See: Gap Project

Gap Project: Champagne

On the other hand, trying
to write about leap
years is like blowing out
birthday candles you lit
for yourself.

We now know that Tut was buried
in a hurry, or that even the after
party can be expedited.

-C.S. Henderson

*See: Gap Project

Gap Project: By Any Other Name

Using bird logic to open a nut,
I dropped you to retrieve a smile.

Given the nature of the occasion,
we will forgo the customary
fire-bombing dance and replace it
with a showering of social security cards.

-C.S. Henderson

*See: Gap Project