sweetly swimming
in the colder tides of
emptiness—
tidier than the backseat and
your umbrellas; tidier
than the rolling crests of
suburbia;
tidied by the frayed smoothness
of sea.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
a head of roses parts his soul
a bed of thoughts parts his heart
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
she grew forests in her sleep
because she feared the deeper greens
thought too much for the fallen leaves
remembered too little of the planted seeds
and walked too far from her heeled step march
she sang alone on a path asking of two
she skipped the thought of thinking of you
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
i dream to sleep on gasoline
where dollars can pay my conscience clean
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
i.
I wish there was a melody
To the way you curve your mouth
Or a beat to sound mine steadily
That could match the style of your road routes
Maybe the asphalt slows your thoughts
And miles help your dad sleep sound
Knowing you can leave far from his reach
And flip your coins on gasoline
Instead of 16 lotto tickets
In hopes to win your way out
a.n.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC