some days
i am a bird
i know no bounds
i fly high
above the heads
of those who wish me harm

above the doubt
and the worry

over fears of betrayal
and loss
and rejection

some days
i am invincible.

i can say
no
to those creeping thoughts
and to my own demons

...

but other days
i am a worm

crawling blind
beneath the gravel
of my distrust

shoveling self image
into my gaping mouth

swallowing only flaws

my forehead drags
beneath my belly
until i roll into a ball of rotten dreams
and words left behind
when i forgot how to speak

i am a puff of smoke
blowing past the ears of my lover
and my lover
he is a bird.

...

some days

to be in love
or to be sane
i       c  a  n  t
h     a    v     e
b    o     t     h

the word was danger
and you were the sign.
i watched you on the roadside
tall
against your silhouette
and wondered if it's true.
the fields are long on either side
swallowed in the golden pinks
of sunset sky.
peaceful enough,
and i cant find
a reason to be cautious
of what danger
you may
provide.