if I could lie
on this beach with you
all day
every single day
then
every single night of
every week
I wouldn’t have
fish hooks
in the corners of my mouth
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
Focus me on presents
Yet you set me down in pasts
My frame click, click, clicks
On all the things to last
My flowers never die
My faces never age
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
How do people know
when to smile at the snow
What do people think
while their drowning in the drink
Why do people lie
as they look up towards the sky
When do people act
as they know no other fact
Where do people laugh
to forget about their past
Who do people see
as they look above the sea
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC