you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you

They
Took
My God
Away from me.

Told me
I couldn’t be loved
By You
Can you believe it?

Your believers killed
And I
Was to worship
Blood instead.

Sink in all
The shame inside,
And take it as
A lesson learned.

Today, a simple day
I like to wake
With someone
Gentle and sweet,
Who I will be extra quiet for
When I zip my things
Fluttering in and out of sleep,
I can’t predict when you finally speak
             “Are you going on a walk?”
                             “Not yet, darling.”
But I leave
Before you rise
Because
Yesterday, you held me
When I cried
And looked at me
In a way
That
Made me
Want
To kiss you,
Instead of wondering
When I will stop
Feeling so ashamed.

But I, ever-miss touche-à-tout
Have never steadied a decision
And can only look away, fear
Of what I’d do

Oh, but today
You told me
You dreamt of kissing,
A vague and hazy
Something to remind me
Not to tell you
That I dreamt the same.

the feats of butterflies! something of reckoning.
watch it part the sea of still bodies
linger above this shiny world, relentless wings
bated breath and sweet hope swells. stillness stillness
the light is green and of course the bodies jolt and sing
sweeping them into an existence where all the lovely unseen creatures go

I am always half awake,
Occupying the space between
Then                   and now
        Today                     and tomorrow
One half dreaming, dizzy,
                           Falling. Always falling,
Graced in gravity’s pull
I’ve never found the bottom
But when I do
I’ll just keep digging and
                 keep falling.

My eyes are blurry with tears but oh,
How the lights glow in the haze
I try to step outside myself and
Ask the sky what made me this way,
But the fog only stared back silently

One single star blinking back,
The same star that I’ve always seen
Under the same sky I’ve always breathed
In the same place I’ve always been
Nothing has changed except everything
(And even that has faint traces of you)

You and I, I liked to believe we’re the same
But your life isn’t mine
And your love isn’t mine
The distance between us, tied together
Over countless fields and mountaintops
Stretching from here to there
               lets meet somewhere in the middle,
               where it grazes Missouri.
               or is it Montana? I’m not sure but
I’ve always
Been sure
Of this heart
And I left it
In the airport
The night I left you
With sleep
In my eyes
And tears
On my cheeks



Oh, tears, tears.

I fear the day I die young

Imagine brilliant youth, crushed
By fragile mortality
Imagine my drowning fear, rooted
In visions of a cruel death
(Premonitions or sacred wishes)
Rushing to the front of my mind
Hanging above my head

Imagine how they’d mourn
The gentle poet
Dead by 22
With nothing to show for it
I fear the day my words reign true
Because to speak is to live so I
Suddenly feel myself
          growing,
          growing,
          growing
Al­l too quickly
And the rush
Of this fleeting youth,
Makes me ache
With the chase of death.