everything i have ever said and everything i will ever say
has been said better and with more conviction
i am a parrot without a cause
shopping for banners to wrap around my shoulders
lose myself in an identity
become the crusader
so i don't have to look at what's left
when the banner is tattered and torn away
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
wild woman
hold me in your claws
tear my heart out
let me bleed for you
show me what happens
when i fancy myself a poet
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
woman:
i don't know you anymore. slowly you have bettered and replaced yourself and i am here, left to wallow and gnash my teeth.
lover:
i leave myself facedown in the river, slumped behind the curtain that obscured me from your quiet understanding. cloister yourself from me.
father:
anger does not become me but i am the only one left to bear it. the vigil being kept in my chest cavity burns slowly, noxious gases escaping my mouth.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC
touch me gently
let my veins turn to ichor
i am the fool and i have journeyed so far
just for justice to send me
back to my mother
she took me behind her curtain
stars in her hair
pomegranates at her feet
as the thundering chariot rushed by
you were at the reins
those sphinxes drove you to me
you let them derail themselves
in a flashy display of sparks and
circumstance
come to me no longer
ichor burnt me
it clogged up my heart
and when i am cut
people gather
with bowls to collect from the vein
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
leave your sentimentality with me.
i'll wrap it up like my own, rework it
until it is my own sorrow.
give the lightning struck tree
to the cross maker,
he'll even bear it himself.
tell him how it should be:
rugged and wild, twisted with vines
or smooth and modest, all the edges sanded
so as not to cause splinters.
he bears-
i.
i will bear
that cross to golgotha
without a complaint.
only murmur about how fine of a cross it is
and how pretty the soul is
that will hang upon it.
although i bear your cross for awhile
you must be nailed to it alone.
for i have other crosses to make
and drag through the city streets
for the other sad eyed thieves
and the revolutionaries
whose fire has gone out.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
missing you quietly
is very unbecoming.
i should be spiraling into
a deep dark gulley
of whiskey days
and tear stained nights,
mumbling my name in your sleep.
it's what you deserve.
instead i add a little more
milk to my coffee
and put my books down
after a few pages.
i am able to laugh.
and i smile at strangers
on the street.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
I.
friend, you are a swan.
handsome from far away, definitely.
but up close you're kind of a *****
hissing and flapping
if anyone gets too close to your harem.
II.
friend, you are an owl.
your wide eyes straddle the wingspan
between wisdom and innocence.
you twist your head all the way round
to watch the goings on of your broodmates.
III.
friend, you are a crow.
leaving me shiny bits of music and poetry,
always considered an omen of doom.
but really you're friendly as a cat
with your sharp eyes and flapping bursts of energy.
IV.
friend, you are a canary.
i know this sounds like a disappointing thing to be,
but you were kept in the court of kings.
prized for your small song.
beware of the men that
will lower you into the mineshaft.
V.
friend, you are a hawk.
swooping down upon your prey
devouring it, and moving on.
think of it this way:
it's much more romantic
than being a vulture.
VI.
my flock, i will not keep you.
do not stay in your nests.
when the south calls to you,
leave me please.
i have enough of your feathers as is.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
send her off to the woods
and let her know the hum of the cicada
and the rhythm of the rain
and how it feels to be silent but not really.
make her see the forest
and see how she is not important
and that in the grand scheme of things
and in the midst of the wrath of mother nature
she is nothing,
and that is okay.
take her out there and leave her
so she may learn and live and grow
so she can feel herself in the earth
so she may tread silently
without even thinking about it.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
stars above me and
stars below flicker as well
a baby cries out
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
honking noisy geese
watch from the roadside and wait
the new shoots poke up
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC