When a pen's point touches paper,
The ink spreads out,
The page bends around your words,
As you mark the page forever.
With computers, every word is written,
Removed,
And rewritten.
With a tap you can delete
Your words,
Your mistakes,
Your regrets,
Everything.
But you can never take back ink.
The drop can never go back into the pen.
The paper will never again be white
Or perfectly smooth again.
You can't delete pen.

O child of the sun
landlocked lover of the sea,
do not mourn the death of the day.

The black velvet sky
will wrap you in splendor,
stars adorning your crown,
fireflies spilling from your fingers.

Howl at the moon,
dance and laugh and summon chaos,
remember that you were born
with wildfire in your veins.

Once the world was whole.
Where my brother began,
Once my brother the soul,
Once my brother was whole.
When the world began.

Then.
Is fragmented. It
And shattered.
And

I look into each spinning shard,
Into myself and my loves,
Terrified of how they fall
Of how
Space will swallow them all.

The collapsing futures—
A tornado of sound,
Deafening the screams
Of the whole world,
The old world.

I seek the nexus.

I find you sometimes.
(Where you reside)
Where you are chained.
Where you are locked.
Where your mind slides.

Every lunge you make for escape,
Every rage filled step into space,
Smashes fragmented futures into
Further disfigured shapes.
I beg you:
“Stop.”
And you say like God:
“I have it all under control.”

But you are crying.
Do you see (I think you see)
You are lying.

And I have nowhere to go
But gone.

I emerge bearing a piece of your burden
Like
A brain in barbed wire, or
A flame cupped from your fire;
Or maybe just
The piece that is mine to keep.

Step right up!

I stand on tip toes in the circle
- grasping for the ring.

It slips - drops - clangs.
(Oh dear you saw that, didn't you -
witness to my futility)?

Go ahead then take a turn.
Curve your knuckles
reach out - seize the brass!

Did you miss again?

What the hell,
let's go another round
for bending or for broke.

The clock ticks on -
soon enough
we'll both be was.
Today is for the seizing.

what scent of
spring
the sun
shall hatch
the
morning bird
that sing

My friend the bartender
sports short shorts
and I can’t keep my eyes
off her little
purple ******* peeking along
the cusp of her waist
where olive skin and fabric contact

I can’t maintain eye contact
without fashioning her as an object
this little angel dancing
on the head of a pin

Or ******* symbol
when I let the id win

3 beers and 2 shots in
don’t blame me

I just turned 30
and this little goddess
just told me
my tab doesn’t exist

She just walked around the bar
wrapped her arms around me
and whispered in my ear
“Happy Birthday, kid"

And when I think of you
I feel good about myself
And it doesn't matter if I'm broke
Or if 3am makes me sad

Because when I think of you
I am proud of myself
And it doesn't matter if I'm a mess
Or if some things can't be fixed

As I think of you
And realize all these
I fear for my life

I can't contain these feelings
Or cage them in my heart

So here is my ink, my blood
My skin made of paper,
I surrender all that matters
Please
Don't come to me with matches
Or with the fire in your soul
Because I easily burn.