A wind came up out of the sea,
And said, “O mists, make room for me.”

It hailed the ships and cried, “Sail on,
Ye mariners, the night is gone.”

And hurried landward far away,
Crying “Awake! it is the day.”

It said unto the forest, “Shout!
Hang all your leafy banners out!”

It touched the wood-bird’s folded wing,
And said, “O bird, awake and sing.”

And o’er the farms, “O chanticleer,
Your clarion blow; the day is near.”

It whispered to the fields of corn,
“Bow down, and hail the coming morn.”

It shouted through the belfry-tower,
“Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour.”

It crossed the churchyard with a sigh,
And said, “Not yet! In quiet lie.”

I still wear your t-shirt that I stole
from the backseat of your truck,
underneath some brown paper bags,
few spare cables, and and a crushed beer box.
There was dirt on both sleeves, but we just made love
for the second time, in your best friends bed.
I left without waking you. Just like you left,

farther and faster than I did, with a ****** parting line:
you’ll be fine.
And yeah, I guess I was fine if fine counts as holding
myself together with two pieces of tissue paper
and prayers that started with “Dear God,”
always ending in “why bother.” But I wear

your t-shirt. Have you ever had to weigh
the idea that you haven’t heard my voice
in over a year with all the faces you meet
in the bar, under cheap white Christmas lights,
or any of the girls you send home before breakfast?
Because I have. They’re heavy. Your world

has become so separated

and I’ve found a way to wear my heels to work
even though I walk thirty blocks, and I’ve learned
to sip my coffee before taking a gulp, to reach for things
instead of just expecting them to arrive, but I still wear

your t-shirt. *You’re the strongest person I know.

i had a thing for legs
back in '06
the way the bones fit
inside the curvature of flesh
and bone, if i could fit
inside them
and seep within the marrow--

i'm kind of cookoo
but it's her fading warmth,
pallid breath, that last
little bit of life which
makes me whole
sleep well tonight,
i will always be watching
over you and from inside you

Dreams are yours
Color them as you like
Vibrant hues of the world
Are on your palette
Paint a rainbow
Or, rainbows over rainbows
Look up at the sky
Lots of colors
And explore what lies beyond
Over the rainbows
And head held high

Year one:
An exploration,
Neither of us understand,
Who are we?
Year two:
Drifting,
Apart from each other,
Yet still in sight,
Selfishness creates distance,
We both take flight,
Where are we?
Year three:
Rediscover,
We have no one.
You, you were there,
And I stood by you,
Waiting,
Impatiently waiting,
Furiously waiting,
This won't happen again.
No, it can't.
This time, three years,
Is just too long.
What are we?

I'm writing this,
(drunk & alone, again)
No.
Stop.
This will not end well,
It simply will not end.

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Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Could Bounty but remain
Riches were good—

But if they only stay
Ampler to fly away
Riches are sad.

You and your morals
get to me.

I thought maybe you would be softened
by my secretly seductive scent,
the way I work my curves,
how I voice your name.

I was wishing
your will might switch off that little song
which is telling you this is all wrong.

I hope that you fall back on me.
Just let yourself go,
Immerse in my sweet nothings,
as our noses rubbed gently.

Let me do everything to you
and leave regrets to tomorrow
leave guilt to old age.

But no.
you're Moral.

And that's what I love about you.