today I had my tea
with no sugar
strange
no difference
everyone must realize
how quickly it
can all disappear
the woman, the man, the job, the cat,
the boy with leukemia in Hong Kong,
your chinaware
crushed against the hardwood floor,
the blizzard, the aged wine in your cellar,
your beauty, your wit, 3 birds on
the telephone wire
and all your left with
is
desperation
dissatisfaction &
disillusion
and the waitress with kind eyes shaking you
you awake in the middle of the night
asking what is wrong
what could possibly be wrong
and you reply
I don't know I don't know I don't know...
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
tarnished child
who the zoo
is not new
to
time, present, past and
future
are all
redeemable
and I ought to
have told you
before
it's not a heart
beating
but a drumming
from before that
sounds like
a record of
its own accord
30 years,
bare and white
baring, daring, breathing
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
it is very late
I hold onto
your arm
& our shadows wither in the
sunset
& you spin me
around
in the unreal
movie screen way
& I feel
for a moment
in the crazy
tight warmth
of you
my shaking
reflection in the
water
doesn't have
wounds
it has wings
so I hope
you never
release me
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
because you
have loved me,
through moon &
sunset
I will
be
your thinking,
tangling shadows,
your peculiar heart
& your
wise mouth
the glassy darkness
that separates
you from the world
the loose lemony
fragrant essence
in your hair
the last
dying
rose in your garden
the snowy
flesh of
your dearly
departed
& I promise
no one will be
able to
touch me
not the rain,not death,
a bullet,the starry children of
the earth
for forever
I will be
with you
day by day
until the last
flower
falls from
your hair
I keep telling
you,
some things
are
worth
waiting
for.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
the man in the black coat
stands behind me
again
to blow
the candles out
I don't even
flinch
I often paid him a visit
when the day was dark
to smear
ink prints & skeleton truths
across my body
palms & skin
if we had been any less
attached to
one another
I might
have even turned
from black to grey
to white
big small beautiful
really real
earth
will you do
the breathing for me
while we
are
away?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
now the world
is naked and unnaked
a swirling
pool of clumsy souls &
burning flowers
it will be
one warm morning
you come to
kiss my
memory goodbye
& we will fall
so deep
we never
come out
*******
everything's a circus
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC