everything is inside of me. i’ve found being.
what cannot be said but only heard
what cannot be touched but only felt.
here in a vacuum of loneliness
soul streaks sky
bleeds down my legs.
the mossy moon
and running red
pounding the atmosphere
but leaving only a whisper
among the weeds on the earth
that are very, very alive
we barely can hear you
and then we lose you
and then you’re there
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Are the notches of my spine
The swirling staircase
Of your home?
Did you call up my vertebrae
To hear your echo
Rain down?
Did the walls of my skin
Make you feel
Not alone?
Did you see your reflection
In the ice
Of my bowels?
Did you know
I am sick with you
And need you out
I can see you
When you're looking
In me at yourself
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
poor mind.
suckling your dry mouth
innocent eyes
wanting but pried.
are you the last to know
that mother is dead?
a time has come,
my condolences,
when time will not
hold its ends
and it will be
far too grand
for you to tie up or pretend.
poor mind.
are you the last to know
not even earth holds you
underneath your feet.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
somehow i became a foreigner
amongst excess of imagination
and creation.
i like old things
like sunlight
ducks
mother and sadness.
bread.
lakes, lagoon, fog.
bones
warm skin
dreaming at afternoon.
somehow they return the fullness
not above or below
but vibrating in the current of things,
spirit sailing in the melancholy mist.
everything still in its right place
still, somehow
even though we're desarraigo
but no one really had a home
and home wasn't even us.
we breathed.
soft breaths rise from two shore birds
up into a wild land
and fall back into bed
it never became anything more.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
outside of my window
there is a sun.
we look at each other,
finally, into each other’s eyes.
and people screaming
and a violin streaming
as long as the ghost can see
the river, in its eyes.
the wind
knows the bottom
of the stream.
so remember that
every time you look
and don’t see.
there is no truth-
why else
over
and all
would there
be
the
deepest
light?
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
there is no final decision-
i saw houses and people and infinite lives all happening,
i ran by to get only a glimpse and nothing more.
the stairs and escapes and balconies and living rooms propelled my heart by something it has always, but never known,
and i think that’s what they call inspiration.
yet now i know we’re coming to an end,
still can i say we are in our right place?
there’s no smiling brother by my side
no unconditional acceptance in the drivers’ seat,
so i’m here in the city,
and the beauty
that just is
is still.
yet what was more than enough
now might not be anything
and yet, drowning,
the one breath it has left it uses to fight me.
neither of us know where or why we breathe,
but there it goes.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
when was mystery
put on trial?
when did
we give up our true faith
for faith in truth?
magnificent sky;
i don't care if you're my creator,
or my killer
(which you are both);
my heart wells the same,
things must fall apart
to come together.
heart, you shall see.
it will be too much,
so just enough.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
your home is a twilight elegy
i am a bluebird in your backyard
weeping at the vastness
but mostly at the rocks-
every last one-
i feel your legend in my stomach,
it tides out as a windy cry song
into our children
before you come back here
twice at least holler
your charge will have vanished as it is born,
because the weight of your rifle is love
and what could blame you
for my death
there are no mistakes here, dear
nor are there endings,
only,
forever,
becoming----
so i sing
and you shoot
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
the sun is melting
all the forms
i thought i knew
the boats are rowing
planets in
from a black sea into
infinite blue
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
maybe if I loved
poetry more
i wouldn’t be able to write it.
i don’t want to go to cafes and write
i don’t want to go on walks
i want to wake up
and feel it all
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC