I just stare at the screen
the screen itself
—not any of the contents on it—
just the screen
an object of fantasy and lust
which is quite a modern fetish

my body is the harp of an angel
under a light blanket of dreams

sometimes a song can come out of nowhere and rip you in two
a song she sang for you
only you
prepared, practiced, performed
for you
once

good lord why does it hurt so much

hazy thoughts
sleepy limbs
groaning bones
groaning alone
your face
in my mind
saying sleep
stay
snuggle

you’re right, though
I don’t plan on going anywhere now
he’s gone from my dreams
and you’re a faceless monster
I’ll stick it out with the carpenter
as long as I can

I want
to care
but the question is unfair
from one has never
touched my hair
or left his lair
or returned, in person
my loving stare

another sister dead
I can barely hear her message
over the keening of my own heart

your face still keeps me company
slipping from shadowy corners of my mind
I’m still holding your hand
in a treasured memory
I stopped pretending you would come
my heart hurts all the time
I guess I’ll get up and have breakfast

you could fix it
so easily
that’s what makes you suspicious
you don’t

what’s your game mate?
what are you playing for?

I feel really good about this thing
my self
I’m going to run it all over town
with sparkly flashing gear
and cool kicks

I am attacked this morning
by the emptiness of arms
the mind is unkind
I shield myself with a pushy dog

my memory is like DNA
there’s some really important stuff in there
the rest of it is just junk

I don’t want to swipe right
I don’t want to meet someone new
I only want you

when I’m done being mean
I will go away
don’t worry
I have a lot of mean left
(but I do have a short attention span)

I’m not sure who wrote that last poem
but she seemed nice

good morning my spell binding art
your elegance has captured me
you are a puzzle of forests
a clock from a dimension of colors
a sculpture of melodies and feathers
I admire you from every angle with decadent longing
I shall disintegrate into a dust of ecstasies
and linger in the air around you
breath me in so that we can become one
the treasure and the light
the lover and the love
the pulse and the reason
for existence

there was love
as it were
as much as was available
which sometimes wasn’t much
but a man in a desert can rejoice over a teaspoon of water

I thought you were going to slay some dragons
...when?
when were you going to do that?
I saved some for you
like you asked

a kitty is thinking sweet poetry thoughts
purring in the sun
on a bed of warmly blooming heather

every moment is now
on my lips

I will be available for eternity
next month

I gobble them up
the words
like a woman starving

two squirrels tumbled titanically down a fence
they caused quite a ruckus
completely graceless and profane
they looked at each other
with a brief, flashing daze
and scampered off
as only lovers
witnessing follies
can do

I can’t keep my mouth shut, he said
same, dude, same

I want you back
and front
and side to side

I am a cattail
swaying in the wake of a lazy fish

the plane is flying
no babies are crying
but the guys behind me are talking about guns
fortunately my ear buds are working
because this tin can is jerking
and the guy next to me doesn’t appreciate puns

Liam Neeson was a great tree
he made me cry prodigiously

whenever I am encountering a tired sigh
I just take a long gentle nap
and wake up refreshed in the lovely day
full of colorful cozy question marks
and yummy snacks

I am happy.

Thank you for your participation
in the Happy Evolution Human Experiment.

if the wind this morning is taking requests
it will deliver to you my gentle caress

don’t worry guy
I’m not writing to you
I’m writing to him
the person you’ll never be
so you…
you’re free

he is the only muse that ever existed
in all the world

you don’t know it
but you’re writing about him right now

my dog sniffs me frantically
where have you been?
is there food that I missed?
there are smells I do not recognize
were there other dogs?
I do not smell other dogs
does this mean anything for me?
I do not think this means anything for me
but I must go outside Now
and *** everywhere
let me out
Now

I am a flower in the rain
drooping with fat drops rolling off my petals
I know the water will make me bigger
stronger
but for now
I keep my head down and weather the storm
wait for the sun
wait for the sun
wait for the sun

my phone keeps suggesting I go places
I don’t want to go
no phone, I say
we’re not doing that anymore
delete delete delete
why don’t you find a nice **** site

remember that morning?
I was wearing pajamas, an old sweatshirt
mismatched hat
I hadn’t brushed my hair
when I saw you
I threw my arms around you gleefully

that’s really all you ever needed to know
about me

barkety barkety!
get off my property!

(repeat)

pretty present wrapped in bows
tingles of excitement down through my toes
it’s my birthday soon

I’m alone on this plain of earnest sentiment
it’s exhausting for most
cozy in front of their screens
their half lived lives
entertained by stories
I live my story in dream time
on the streets and in my head
I search for real magicians
matches to light hidden flames
antigravity warriors slipping between dimensions
my flame is not on this channel
it’s not bundled
it doesn’t float
put in another quarter
you’re so close to an extra life
it doesn’t matter if you miss the bus
it’s almost over
let’s watch my show next
everything will be ok
do you have a light?

it was very warm in my bed last night
someone must have turned up the heat

or maybe it was these
                                     thick
                                              blankets
                                                            of snow

legions of watchers from multiple dimensions are in love with me
I am a star
with planets, moons, asteroids, meteors, and
stardust
orbiting my light

on my home planet
for every shadow
if I had a penny—
I’d have many

I am becoming more alone
the boundary of myself
regaining definition
its been
a long time

my neighbors are
Big Fans
of military history
and every so often
when we’re hanging out
and they’ve had a few beers
I find myself thrown into
a unique kind of
Friendly Fire

once you’ve been cut down
I’m not sure it’s true
you’ll come back bigger
and stronger
I’m not sure
wiser, maybe
(more cynical?)
but stronger?
I don’t know

you’ll persist
this is all I know
so far
you’ll persist

I’d like if you could face the breakfast
and the music
it would be a great show

I used to love your ears
you have big goofy ears
I suppose they match my weird smile
and strange face
but none of that matters now

I love my new watch
love love love it
“Let’s get moving!” it says
yes, I think, yes watch,
let’s!

he asked one time
when are we going to learn to live together?
well, we haven’t tried yet
but in a few important ways
I think we have