just to spite you
i hope the angels
rain down on you
all the joy and love
one could possibly take
in this life
enough is never enough
for you
deserve the world
ten times over
if all the oceans
transform into pure
bliss and
emptied themselves
on your spirit
i hope it won’t
make a difference.
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 2:24 PM UTC
i’ve been looking for someone
have you seen him?
he looks a bit like me
perhaps a little less wear
we were on this path together
but we turned off the trail
for that he was there
but when i reached the clearing
he had gone
have you seen him?
tell him i miss him
i’ve been looking for someone.
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
it’s raining and
i can feel the rain
the sun peaks through
i turn to face it
and i feel the rain
Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
You are to my eyes
What the stars in the sky
Whisper to their sisters
And to my ears
What the clouds
Rain down—
Zeus created lighting,
And sent you
To supply the boom
Thunder stolen
That i may hear,
Not only see,
You
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 6:00 PM UTC
I heard a whisper of your
voice
in the empathy of
another
I excavated her
soul
for a thread of your
spirit
to hem the frayed
edges
of our torn
fabric
only to recover
lint
in the corner of my
eye
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
Today a little praying mantis crawled down the back of my neck.
I think I picked him up on my morning commute
when I rode my bike too close to the trees.
Perhaps my head hit the leaves and dislodged him,
forced to cling to my hair through the cycle-speed breeze
waiting only till I came to a halt to make his dash toward freedom
He made it quite a distance before I unknowingly squished him.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
I saw trash flowers
in the field this morning.
You never got me on a bike,
but now i ride everyday.
Just to pass by the flowers.
The drought broke this year.
It's September
and the leaves on the trees
and the sage on the plains
and the creek beds in the Sandias
are still green.
I want you to see all the beauty I see
when the sky is red and orange and purple and pink.
And the cottonwoods
when the sunlight slides through the clouds
illuminating the long grove of trees
through the center of town.
Yesterday I pulled over on the highway
to take a picture of the mesa
and the clouds above
colored by the setting sun,
but the camera does the sky a great disservice.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
oh little tree--
through the days
you held your leaves.
so strong, I thought
you might never let go,
but the wind did blow
and
one
by
one
they fell,
the little red leaves
from the bare little tree
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
My first night in Paris
I was swindled by a gypsy
right outside the station.
I bought a baguette, red wine, and cheese.
I drank too much
and ****** myself in the rain
under the trees.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
I spend my summers in Amsterdam
Everyone rides bikes
The girls all wear short skirts
The wind blows and all the girls ride by with their ***** in the air
I sit outside the cafes and watch the bikes go by
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC