Sometimes there
Isn't-
A right way to live to
Do.

We beat our bones against
The rock
We hurt our hearts saying we
Deserve this.
We swim up a negative stream.
It's a channel I know well-

Yet False, I say.

A spark- it's all you have.

Small butterfly- save your wish.

It's not too late.

And in the calm water, there
sits the seed of a story:

Green under blue -
the tale of a fish who flew,

Because the tree came to her.

the speed parallel of Me-These-Days
is the blur of sun
and the slide of cold night.

and they taunt me, those stars
as they wobble on the wall
and the shadows tumble in my sight.
under my lashes, the darkness grows long

in my inside out mind
in my upside down heart
learning to love lose and forget you
is this flawed art

I have to work to remember
and struggle to stop
shutting my brain down
like a tapped out beat
cop.

The World: an enormous
place where nobody quite
fits.

Get out of my
head Oh, you Bandaid
Boy-

Snow is falling-
covering up the memory of
Summer

Let's talk about love and how
It isn't
Turn the trumpets around, angels
Rip those roses, petals apart
Inside out
Lay low for the vicarious, while they're
Still doubting
For heartache is brutal and
Also causes Gout