come to my room and we can play
video games
video games
video games
lay your head on my lap
it’s okay
it’s okay
it’s okay
i don’t really want to feel alive today
but come to my room and let’s
run away
run away
run away
get me out of this place
there’s more love
in space
in space
in space

i want to feel lost
in the jungle tearing through branches
in the river against currents thrashing
the will to fight still dances

hard and fast in my little soul
yet when a wave comes crashing
and yanks my head under i tend
to let my arms and legs play dead

so please come to my bed tonight
and remind me of sunshine
with those starry eyes
so i may not forget how

the world is sharp and thorny
and twists and turns will fool me
but these scars are only monuments
to the battles of the one i want to be

then let me lay my head on your chest
so that i may rest
because battles: failed, unnecessary, unwon
constantly boil in my blood

mom looks out through the trees
and speaks of birds swooping in
as the past visiting us from the dead
her serenity never ends

tomatoes push through the dirt
in our garden of eden
they’re trying to hug the sun
but never quite reach it

the yard grows myths
that she gladly devours
in the absence of wonder
we sow our own in summer

the brush quivered with the
gentle anticipation growing,
never slowing in her hungry
tummy

she clawed through
thistle and thorn to get a peak
of that pale blue reflection
coercing her towards the shore

the fairies sang of the divinity and
omnipotence stored in the ripples
and if you squint hard enough,
they giggled, there’s surely more

she cast her gaze down to god
and saw thorns trapped in
strands of hair and vines
twisting around with scorn

spring permeates the air
and a warm fog you forgot
lays you in its arms bare
and there you remember lost

glimpses of birds soaring
and skinned knees from falling
you swore the sky wasn’t ready
and nothing was too heavy

whispers of trees beckoned
and branches were just steps
for you and your friends to heaven
and you wished this world was kept

in the palm of your tiny hand
instead of slipping through your fingers like sand

AFTER THE ROW

Built an over large snowman
on your front doorstep

&
hid behind it.

Rang your doorbell

until you were
annoyed  by it.

“Yes...yes! ”
you flung open the door

to be confronted
with a snowman

telling you
he loved you

until slowly

your heart
began

to melt.