pull up a ladder
just a quarter short
and rocky on one side

the wind is strong
but not strong enough

it will put you the rain
but it would never let you fall

03.18.23

and if i sleep below your leaves
brief exchanges in conversation
led by the heartless breeze will i
be waked by many songs of birds

or a spider in the developed night
would i then roll over the edge of
my concrete wingman and let the
intent be the eternal consequence

i can only rock, pulling and pushing
the bully, keeping both eyes open

09.03.23

my skin mimics the
light beside us
on and off followed by
life and death, somehow

and my eyes use this
as a melody that
leads a dance on a
tree before us

09.03.23

let the night consume me.

swift and soft cold winds
like metal cake cutters
shaping and taking my skin
while the moon of many
loyal supporters burns
into my gaze turned glare

glory turned gratitude

09.03.23

let the plates below fall at once

why must you race them
between, afront, behind
crashlandings and crushed hopes
shattered glass cut new paths

why cant you just sit atop them
and let us go way down together

09.03.23

it inhales as i exhale
expanding in my chest
stretching my heart
shifting my lungs
slightly

i feel it
i can't get it out

27.02.23