What I see
I might not comprehend
My vision could be
fogged till the end
It's hazy, It's unclear
I don't know what's ahead
A fox, a tiger or even a bear
I could be dreaming, right in my bed
I wish I could be
one of those that can see
with their eyes unclouded
Their vision clear and unbounded.

quietly
i stumble in the dark
to lock the door
and stare at the darkness
staring at me

laying next to the ghost of the night before
wondering why its warm
feeling the indentation of her shape

when i sob softly into my pillow
i dream of nothingness
only school hallways
in dead silence

i'd rather be awake
but i'd rather be asleep when i am

there are no thoughts
that race through my head
nothing that lingers

how can i see haziness in the dark?
i see with my fingertips

i wish
i hope
i want
i dream
dream
dream.

i could write about the sun
or the sea
or the terrier that lives on 5th,
i could write about my dad's baseball cap
or his blue jacket that stubbornly refuses to tear,
i could write about life and love
and all those other things that poets seem to know about,
i could write about the condition of my soul
and the slight concave in my chest that steals away the air,
i could write about my favorite song,
the winding drive back from the beach,
the softness of a clean bed,
i could write about all these things
but yet,
               i only seem to write of you.

Tea stained blotches
Slowly spread across
thick green leaves
as July is pulled into
August. Fat blackberries
Are scattered into hedgerows of
Cow parsley.
Brambles reach out their forked
Fingers and nettles swallow the pathways.
I am looking forward to autumn
When I am no longer in a busy emerald city
But instead in cool quiet
Trudging through golden bracken.

a thief called during the night
and was in such a hurry
he only managed to take the not so valuables
the parts of me that I hate
the parts of me that are ugly
and now he's long gone
that is all he will remember
the worst of me
and he will wish he never robbed me at all