Droplets form mid-air
and cool on my
red, blotchy stomach skin.
They echo the ocean,
a whisper of water,
cycling from land to
sea to
land.

You ripped my lace *******
and I laughed because
the broken white fabric looked like
a waterfall and your hands looked like
the jagged rocks waiting
below.

“How do you deal with a dying friend?”
asked the child to the tree,
who had lived for so many years,
the tall giant much older than he.

“You remember them in the wind,
and in the dirt beneath your feet,
you remember their laughter in the forest,
even if you do not feel complete.

You remember their name
in every person you meet,
you remember them by being strong,
so the goodbye can be bittersweet.

For in life we are who we care for,
both the sickly and the sweet,
so remember those who said goodbye,
and hope that in the next life you’ll meet.”

The tree replied these words to the boy,
hoping he would heed,
for soon the poor boy will realize,
the tree is much wiser than he.

When eggshells become sand
and the tide just another reminder of the glass
being half empty, not full,
it is time to take a step back and reminisce on
the spring flowers blossoming from detritus.

I liked it when you let me stick my cold hand
inside the warmth of your coat.

It was nearly 2 am but I felt as alive
as I do when the halo-bearing sun
illuminates the snow-covered streets at noon,

and I felt like the
white crystals falling from the purple sky were candy
drifting slowly past the full moon...
And I wished I could stick my tongue out to savor the flavor.

but I bit my lip and the pain reminded me:
as soon as the sweetness comes it dissolves.

I can't eat candy and not expect a cavity.

All I know is:
I get bored when I can breathe,
the grass I lay on itches, but I lay anyways,
and when I was standing at the top of the
Eiffel Tower,
I still wanted to die.

God, it's raining
ash embers and the noxious spiders
are jumping from
pole to rusted pole.

I really blew it up,
gosh golly,
I really blew it up.

I needed to. The venomous
blob was poisoning my mind,
but gosh golly!

The city is gone-- crater left where
church, congregation, lovers once
held hands under the blue moon.

The smoke bomb filled the sky
and it vaporized
all but the brown recluse.

Careful, that venom stings.