humans, sometimes
skeletons! we're just
bare, just barely not knocking
into each other.
anchor afloat
bubble on a breeze
balloon on a tree
i'd rather be caught in limbs
you leave me un-offended
so deep in your groove
you pass by you don't see me
a tree in a grove
on noticing that your dog sports an NBA collar
difficult, i find,
to believe your dog is a
boston celtic's fan
close enough to touch, close enough to feel
yawning or yelling
from here i can't tell if you're
crying or laughing
you make me nervous
your gray eyes alive
swing past like poe's pendulum
slick sweat on metal
seasoned.
you spent all of spring
molting your old ways only
to fall back to them.
bitter, robust
those coffee fueled words
spouting from your mouth could use
hella more sugar
tea date #1
loose leaves risk rides on
oxygen pockets to steal
kisses from your lips
(it's an excuse!)
not to brag at all
but I do my best writing
the night right before
this is my first spring
I climb trees to learn
if a leaf is born knowing
to fly or to fall.
historian
you've been written in
to my bed. crumpled sheets by
my cold feet. ink stained.
(ok, really it's a) Turkish Yurt Door
I bought a rug with
mud already caked in so
I can say I've been.
surmise the sunrise
you yawn like you scream
you got teeth like the Cascades.
night bites at your heels.
I miss you #2
you fit in my mouth
like a spoon, so well. hunger-
only when you are gone.
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