and if you’re fond of
floating in the limbo
between handshake
and hug
then i suppose
i better make myself
at home.

watch where you put
your commas

some things are meant
to end,

Only in a democracy
do the fire hydrants
and car tires
elect the dogs
that **** all over them.

A dictionary in a bag of bricks.
I watch it sink down the swamp.
Words only mean what we do with them after,
So I never feast until I know there's dessert coming.

I am the stone before the statue.
A block of possibility.
Waiting for guidance like a wiseman,
From anyone that can convince me we're not all mad for trying.

I am the stone before the statue.
Waiting to be carved.
Waiting to be told who I am.

oddly calm in the face of
a downfall
love is a calamity
and we do love suffering,
don’t we?

this december there won’t be much
airwaves and frequencies
at most i’m afraid
but i won’t mind
this december i might not even exist
but i’ll be there either way
oh i think this december
i’ll let the chill
follow me home
so that come january
i’ll already be cold enough to
let you go
when you leave.