Everything will be all right —

a beautiful lie
we keep telling to
our silly, innocent hearts.

The truth is —

if everything
were meant to be all right,
nothing would have
gone wrong
in the first place.

.
​Life is the question,
we live in it.

​Death is the answer,
we leave with it.

frog's delicacy                  
is found in a pair of pants
what the planes do, fly

i place my head beside her thigh
as if to sleep in her warmth,
I say Twosday,
she says,what?

I repeat, Twosday,

Yes, she say, it is,
pausing to consider
and connect
my dots:

Ha, you’re writing a poem!

“head connected to my thigh bone,
drawing from within me,
the necessary ingredients to
inspire, perspire,-and respire
this agglomeration of the
in and out of your surroundings
contacting pulses”

I think, ah,
she’s got it,
but all I say and
state with definiteness,
by repeating,
and  breathing out

Toosday, Twosday!

A marvelous beast is the giraffe,
Whose neck seems to stretch by the half.
He nibbles the trees,
While swaying with ease,
And makes other creatures just laugh.