made light of my words
I do it myself
you twisted meanings
lawyerly of you
lawyerly of me
But I advocate for us
and you fight for yourself
It is empty

When am I writing about you?

Ha! When am I not writing about you?

Always and never not writing about you.

Because - you are all of the dreams

the smokey, hazy, steamed-up-car-windows things

in my head.



The world enters me through my pupils

and you enter me through my mind.

I've seen your (cha)grin in all its beauty

and imagined your fleshy palm with leaf-like lines to read

indecipherable to me, but I’d gaze happily

lying on the shore of time.



I thought about loss today and how people come and go

and the eternity of written words that we repeat endlessly

sentiments that everyone always felt ever before again

and we, still unique despite our sameness, reflect each other.



I thought about selfishness and
how selfish it is 
to want all of your attention.



You whispered about discomfort. I’m glad I can have some effect.

Don’t let me use you. I will,

but tenderly.

I found your words 

you wrote them on parchment

left them in "bottles with cork stoppers" on
street corners

not for me - for everyone

tangible words, you said

you said, 
“i will cut out of my heart all the 
things that dont serve me”

please use a sharp, surgical instrument

sterilize it well

if you infect your heart

it will feel like mine

you said I don’t try hard enough

I have to try hard not to be there

leave everything

only to find you checked out 
before I arrived 

and laugh at myself

How we give up ourselves
and we vote regardless
there is no choice
the House is ***** with lies
we can't dust under the rug
they'll take it all away from us
privacy, freedom, pleasure
we make quiet shouts
buy stock options
look at the figure head
like he's got something
my cyberspace is wide open
I might
drive a truck through theirs
yet, apathy prevails
pressure is building, though
I can feel it everywhere
it rumbles

she is laid out before me
all of her glory
she lets my hands explore
I find truth
I find peace
senses overload
she gives me this
I, but a parasite
she orbits the sun
I scrape on her flesh
a pollutant
but she gives me all
all she can
my methods
organic
sustainable
proving my love

this isn't about you
but it could be
I want to be lost in the woods
lost in your arms
because we forgot the time
we escaped the path
discovered hidden salamanders
ate mystery berries
and survived
all of the mushrooms
our fingers touched
electrical arch
walk the woods with me
our minds wander

Is it the sound of the 1960's
he's so fine?
Something like that.
He's out there in the ether
somewhere with me
a spirit flying high
magic carpet ride
we keep floating thoughts
and it grounds out
in green grass

I would be there
your call would be enough
drop my obligations
the chains of my existence
hide there with you
until the storm passed
make my own way
and find you in moments
I would be free
and free you.

It was lightning
and I felt electric
the stopping of my heart
your words illumined
I can never go back there
your guiding hand
tore my flesh
like the lust I kept
that your deepest reach
never found.