Now I lay me down to forever sleep
Your secrets safe I’ll always keep
I pray I die before I wake
Your past to my grave I gracefully take
As Hell’s fires encase and burn
I hold your forgotten demons strong and firm
While safe at home you rest at ease
Remember this prayer I beg you please

i saw your poem in the paper the other day
i didn’t read it
some wounds are too fresh

if i wrote something beautiful,
would it change you?
if you wrote something conciliatory,
would it change me?

i saw your story in the paper the other day
i can’t read it.

1 + 1  isn't math.
It's life and it isn't hard.

1 + 1 is love.
A universal concept
of criss-crossed hands.
Blue eyes to others
hugging their gaze.  

1 + 1 is war.
Two acidic cultures
colliding and sizzling
at contact. Blood
Hot. Black.

1 + 1 is curiosity
Glassy eyes on charcoal talons
Wrinkled trunk 'round tail of dog
Feeble finger ravaged by thousands of legs
Paint Africa upon my hands.

1 + 1 are footprints
of mud on the porch.
Yours between mine.
Toes so close and mud still fresh.

But for those,
who have the most unfortunate
pleasure of removing
themselves from
infinity.
1 + 1 = 2.

How sad.

Hear me my God, my Father, my Lord.

My heart if filled with dark and dread.
I'm afraid I wish to just be dead.

Despair holds me with a force.
I'm afraid I'm not on course.

Guide my heart, guide my soul.
I will pay any toll.

Bring me back to my right of mind.
So that I will be forever kind.

Thank you my Lord, my Father, my God.

Before I lay me down to sleep
I cleanse my mind of thee.
These striking thoughts
the stirring pots
of all thy childish glee.

Leave me now to my rest,
be gone from within.
Imagination, I’ll see you on the morrow
in sadness, joy or sorrow.

I want fire above this city,
Gaining speed and rushing towards,
Want to burn you up, my sweety.
In your mistakes, i will go forward.

As red as blood i'ĺl flow.
Blow up your bones with bombs.
Smell you, find you, kiss you... slow.
We both know i am a rocket.
And what you want is just a boat.

Why, I don't understand.
Why, me of all people?
Because.
I tilt my head.
you're interesting.
I'm interesting?
But I stay quiet
as he chokes on the words,
the words we don't say,
won't say.
Shut Up.*
He just smiles;
He's contagious.
I smile,
shove him gently
And let it go.