Steal your heart
And take it to the market
Alarmed and impersonal
We are like organic produce
Are you confused
By the looseness
Of these sentences
If you choose to
We can be friends
Without many benefits
If I pretend to know myself
Will you pretend to be amused
If we don’t really comprehend
The ending of our sentiments

Her name was Cornelia
But people usually
Called her Cornbread
Children could be cruel
But she didn't know, that
Only adults can be sadistic

In your eyes, the light
Sees itself, a little brighter

Artists and models wanted
This dust is our deposit
And you are the vinaigrette

In solidarity
With dragons
And witches
I burn like fire
Stick figures dance
On the densest
Of pavement
They freely slip
Inside you mind
And open the window
Just a tiny crack
Before the right eye
Of the solar system
Has even the slightest
Chance to blink

I kiss the aperture of duality daily
Is it enough to say claim your rights
If all forms are born complete
Then why do I keep waking in a dream
To find that its still the middle of the night

I love surrounding myself with trees
In the sound of the afternoon’s receding
We are smiling fingers
Making gentle passes
Over everything that sings
We are balancing all of our bodies
On the ashes of the fire
Until we dissolve into our being
I will extinguish the need to be right
For silence is my argument
And tonight i only want
For you to dance with me some more
While my sanity is still intact
Yet endangered by your eyes
And if we ever meet again
Outside this space of hunger
It would be to tell each other lies
And brag about our happiness

Were you haunted from the start
And cursed to remove the fruits from the bough
Until this waterfall becomes your mouth
And these mountains are your roots
Like a cat you landed on your feet
And planted the seeds of mystery inside of me