I would very much like to jump
off the page
I would like to enjoy anew
perspective,
more depth,





                        if you will
help me off the ground --
these are just words --
help me live in this space
and be a poem.

there are rotted roses
twinged between my teeth --
little prickles
but flowers, god ******
petals in my mouth --
soft and fleshy bubbly
love wings

I wonder what war
might taste like to me --
exploding cures
and frostbite, god ******
cold sores in your cavity --
brittle and hopeful hallow
swallow crowns

Kings of Psyche! Teach us!
How long must we ****! from Mother's vein?
How long must we mine! our memories to pebble?
How long must we take! to build bridges?

        Oh Prestigious Elite! You Diamond People!
Did you see! the mushroom cloud?
Did you see the fall! out from your towers?
How did you sleep? among the rubble?
How did you breathe? in this metal ocean?

Reign on us your wealth
Of Knowledge!
Of Plutonium! and Pennies!
Of Protection! and Principle!
Of People! and Death!
and Death! and Death?
and Death? and Death?
and Death? and Death?
and Death? and Death?

we fear death like a god
but it's more like a Jesus
for the lessons it brings
on the books that he teaches
and the sweet, sweet release
from the world and the streets
that'll quickly forget you
like washing the sheets.
Death, you're a god.

so tell me it's cruel
but that's not the meaning of
life is a ladder
and death is the ceiling.
not too much then,
popcorn and a pen
to sign before you go,
don't fear it in the end.
Death, you're a god.

I see I've grown
a ghost
from time
to time.

morose in the garden
wandering as mist
kissing the lily
watering the ****
sprinkling my cheek
in old flower beds

As I lay
in stated decay,
I could've decided to
be deciduous.

I forgot you yesterday.
A missed X, on
My calendar.

My windy July,
where did you go?

A gust will come and blow
you back into my skin;
September chills my bones.

I try to remember,
there's October, and November,
as my brain bleeds shades of your sanguine
winter coat.