listen to me read
we have been
borned
but
of
deaths seed

what is it
you
think
you could
plant in me

she circled the globe
with her hands
on
the
moon

her heels
the
eat the axis


her spread holds everything
else
in
be
tween

hold my here
let me touch
your
freckles

let me straighten
your crooked eye
look real close
why
is
every eye

on
every
face
different

do you not think
do you
not
think we know
your perceptions
what wink have you
tell me of your wink
that the colour pink
would blink

was it that marroned night sky
the night the stars named me
the night they lost thier wink
they srceamed
you are
branded
you are
stranded
you are
an
stone

you are the glaciers
they flew threw me
as my spirit
tossed
do
you
not think

quickly he blinked
what were these buttons
what were there letters
he just stared
at the
l
e
t
t
ers
making words

let us go read
what being
born
of
the
dead
can write
?


















...
..
.

The more I am into
Reading, writing or creating art
The more I am learning about the meaningful asset of oneself.
The more I am becoming
closer to oneself.
The more I am losing others
like the sand slipping from hand.
Everything seems so away
And I am there only to comfort oneself
The need is now how to be better
To serve others and to love oneself.

Just know...
He’s had lives & loves before you
Remember that when the bricklayer or the mechanic
Asks for your hand
You’ll receive one flower
Instead of a dozen roses
Picked on his way home
Handwritten notes in your shoes
Instead of Hallmark greetings
Elaborate dinners cooked by him
Where he said he’d clean
Afterwards
But didn’t
Spur of the moment
Road trips
Instead of planned vacations
The opening of windows
For the springtime thunderstorms
Listening to the beat of his heart
While the rain drops
Drip
Drip
I
N
T
O
The drain
He’ll write you with jazz playing
Wine in his bottle
Records in his head
Absorbing you into his world
And if he dies before you
And you bury him
And you mourn over him
Lasting for years
Remember his flower
His notes written just for you
And if you see his ghost
Haunting you
Then the Poet
Has fallen forever for
...You...