don't lose it

one fine day
suddenly turned blue
though the color released images of sunflowers to mind
it quickly changed to a squid-black
as the clock sprinted
and stepped on 1, 2, 3, 4
5, 6, 7, 8
9, 10, 11, 12
trampling to 1
but on the second fine day
cotton-white permeated the air
sending signals of warmth and tenderness
you see
everything's fleeting
so you never have to worry
happiness can circle its way back to you
in one of your finer days

chip

not a chunk.
more of a pinch.
but cuts away a small portion.
from something that gives way.
and lets go of another thing.
that started way back.
that endured every bump on boulders.
lined up on the path i call 'the wonderfully unplanned lie'.
like a portion of a ticket torn away.
or a negative space from a painted bucked tooth.
it is that one put aside.
in the confines of the chamber of a kind hearted man.
and there it will house and grow itself.
together with the other one he's bound to be welded to.
all the days of his life.