.         i want my hands
to be the hands of Palm Trees.

            Rough
                          and
Weathered;
                                       Tall,
                                    but ugly.

You feel heavy.

        Like there is something
                 Tangible
in your sadness
                           And you think
       you're so dark
but I'm not sure.

                  You dumb your profound.
                                                       ­           Your heart feels
                                                           ­           like thunder.

                         You are Rolling;
                                 Disaster

                                          but
                                                 not

         Destruction

maybe sometimes you try
            when maybe you shouldn't.
                       and maybe sometimes you care
                                when maybe you ******* shouldn't.

.                                       you used to shake so bad

I remember it.
I still shake sometimes.

                              *we all do

Pipsissewa
                and I
      met today.
It started with a story
told by T:
      how she and him met;
and then I looked down
and there she was,
         in all her glory.

*Perennial evergreen,
              I am glad to know you.

My world is spinning,
                               again,
    the way it used to
on an axis
           so tightly wound
    during the
                 day I can't see straight
    but at night
I see some clarity
                                and maybe I've got it
reversed
           misguided as my heart has been;
  my intentions
            have tried to be
                                      pure
                   ­ but maybe
       tonight
            I wanted to be
in sin