A thousand sunsets
the clouds burn up over them
I'm busy texting

Your eyes are like the stars
okay
Such crimson fabric strewn in waves
sure
I watch you dance in the night
alright
My dear, the universe is ours
not bad
Our love is a thunderstorm, you're an insideout umbrella
why not
Beauty thrills me, poetry kills me
of course
Your heart is a moon that no man's landed
could I get that one framed?
Our eyes dance, our lips take naps
yeah
Did I compare anything to stars yet?

"Dinner time!" The kids
shovel seconds, and want more.
Their trash could touch space

Her hazel eyes stare
as she gently bites her lip.
******* beautiful.

You've sworn
to live for poetry
but it is
poetry that
kills you

ants kiss my coffee
mug, coffee swims inside. I
am not a writer

The homeless man begged
for change, but not the kind you
keep in your pocket

Words and lines and
Lines and tatters
All my books and
All that matters
Lie in bottom of the
Washing bin
Burning

Well
Let's start over then
Shall we?

I growl
I lack grace
I smell bad
I take up space
"It's just big fur!" I will declare
When everyone knows
It's fat under there

Despite these things
(and others implied)
A beautiful girl
Stands by my side
I growl
She laughs
I get close
And she pets me
Could this be a girl
That actually gets me?

I sit and wonder what she sees in me
It seems she could have any grizzly!
Because of her I can decree
There's still hope
For a bear like me

The world is spinning
Square
The sun is searing
Stare
My heart is beating
My stomachs eating
My lungs are breathing
Air

You have my number
Call
I haven't slept at
All
I sit in a chair
I sweat and I stare
Now here is where I
Fall

You finally said something
to me.
There I stand
thinking
of what to say

I could say something funny
or clever
or cocky
or rude
or kind

The things cycle in my head
But too much time has passed
I have said nothing
nothing

nothing

anything would have been good
to prove I'm alive
that I am a person

but you'll only remember
me as the one with nothing
to offer

You've summed me up
In an empty nutshell

I watched your hair spin
as you walked away

I whispered a
"Goodbye"

If I could make it so
This
Night sky would be endless

I could write you a
Poem
You wouldn't understand

The tide is rising, it
Doesn't
Matter to us yet

There's so much room to
Make
Stars in the sky above

What marvelous delights! Though
Any
Thing has no taste

It's in you now I feel a
Sense
You are lost in all your maps

I drain the cold bath
I'm in, and drain the glass
bottle in my hand
both filled with a dark liquid
I watch the last swirl of water
struggle to get through
the rusted drain

why am I in this god-awful
motel

I know why

I have addictions that drove me here
Drove her away
Drove my hands
to smack my children
Drove these tears
screaming down my face

I make a list of things to blame
and exclude myself of course
but what does it matter

What does this poem matter?
I don't actually have a family
I don't have kids
and I don't even like to drink.

The tree waved goodbye
To old friends, some autumn leaves
Waving killed some more

I asked if you had
a minute
you said sure
and you gave it
reluctantly
as it was spent
in silence.
I never
got the chance
to thank you
for the only
thing
you've ever given me.

I could
Talk about nature
Or give you my opinion on a subject
I could describe the
Unmistakable beauty
Of everything that is and ever was
Before us
I could touch your heart
With the tip of my pen
I could arrange words from my
Internal thesaurus
on this very page
That could move you
And change the way you see the world
Or even yourself!
I could
But
I’m tired
Maybe tomorrow

you
dance
like
the
night
and
your
love
is
just
as
bright.

(In progress)

Ask people what animal they would be
if they could be anything

more often than not they'd prefer to be some type of bird, which I heard is a sign that they feel trapped in their life and are in need of some sort of freedom

I understand it

but still find it strange in a way
with us being at the top of the chain and all
how much more capable we are of being free
and are even spared the absurd beaks

but birds can fly anywhere
and do what they actually want

I wonder who has been telling these people that they can’t

I don't know
I said I wanted to be a bear
what does that say about me?

We all left the Diner
waiting to talk
about how no one was talking
and how special you were
for being the only one to notice
and to find it funny
and to call it awkward
and to forget about the night
no one will remember
and you were a part of

I did not send you
a card, but perhaps i'll write
something on Facebook

It's beginning
to look
a lot
like
last Christmas

On planet naked
I met a girl that I liked
She's an X-Ray star