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**** **** **** (i love) you you
you you you you you you you
you you you you you you You.

see i met you
with white and blue
around your eyes
some others finger tips
the same two colors
and they weren’t
perfect
and neither were you
but neither was i
or that day
or how the tallest building
stood in the way of the sun
but it found a way to
your eyes
and i had a flower
to give, from another
who gave it away
this orange one
(never been much good
with remembering flowers)
only easy simple beauty
and it was minutes past noon
music had yet to
make a note
the sky was
a shade of blue
faces everywhere
shoes clothes tattoos
wide brim southern california
hats crop top purses
a blue darker
than the sky
held gently to her
hand-me-down thighs
and came back in
to kiss her waist
for being simple
her torso was
drawn by a composer
who swung his arms
back in
with purpose
though also precision
and allowed his motions
to drift
outwards
because it was
beautiful
and
the sound that came
from a swing of
his limbs
and the lift of a brow
and a careful
but not careful
but never too careful
smile
so the 14th chair
trumpet
knows she played the
note right
and
she doesn’t have
to celebrate by
herself
and its her shoulders
holding
invisible weight
but weight nonetheless
the weight of
ten thousand moments
and
nine thousand insecurities
and
eight thousand mistakes
and
seven thousand thoughts
about her mother
and
six about her father
and
five each for her sisters
and
four minutes until
walk the moon
and
three selfies
because it takes that many
and
two shots of
whatever ***** was cheap enough
last night
and
one flower
(and im sorry i dont
remember the name of it)
but its for you
and they told me
to tell the next person
to enjoy it while its theirs
and breathe in with
their eyes closed
to touch softly
and wildly
and place it behind
their right ear
no, their left ear
and encourage others
to stop
and smell the roses
(and im aware it wasn’t
a rose that i gave you)
but i was hoping
you’d find
some sort of appreciation
maybe in a petal
or the greener stem
or maybe the fact
that some guy
just gave you a flower
and offered
a hand
which you met with yours
and helped you
step out
of your head
and
he was there
to catch you
because its a big step
and you didn’t know him
but you trusted
and his arms weren’t that muscular
but you felt them
and time wasn’t being taken from you
you
took the time
to enjoy the beauty of life
with a flower
in your right,
no, sorry left ear
(and i never was much good
at remembering flowers)

your skin
is softer than
mine
and i
took your
love
for granted
and i
apologize.

drug.
i left you behind
yet, somehow you got
ahead
of me,
in the head
of mine,
wrapped up in these
sheets of fine
memories
and
under the skin
with divine
rhythm and rhyme,
thoughts of sin
and
new beginning,
hope
was lost in the kitchen,
a letter gone missing
hidden in the bliss
of re-admission,
written in ink
with a pen that
barely listened,
letters taking shape
and falling victim
to the music
in the next room,
these words weren’t within him,
the lyrics,
meant nothing more
then what they’ve ever meant,
but they sounded
so nice,
****,
you played
the same song
twice.
relapse

i heard you might be here
and maybe,
i’m waiting for the smoke to clear,
to see you across the street
legs crossed where the knees meet

big sweater, big weather
up above the clouds, lookin out
at what keeps the west coast better now,
lost in a paper back
hair fallin lower than her Orchard hat
socks ridin high above those laces
teeth sink into lower lip, you’re into it

a space needle knits stars on dark cotton
while the moon provides the artist
enough light to get lost in
and find himself somewhere outside boston
writing wave swept messages in temporary sand
calling out to the same **** moon we see so often

close to full, yeah so am I
a bite taken by night caught her eye
imperfect wonder painted in the perfect sky
sitting between the stars of tomorrows sight

that’s something for tomorrow’s fight

and you asked
am i as much of a puzzle
to you
as you are to me?

no, not at all
and before you take that
the wrong way,
don’t.
there’s much more
to this
than the words
you can’t see.

send our words on through
the space between us

i’ll make paper planes for you
to fly in the space between us

penciled poems and silly notes
riddled on folded scrap
still words
of inked thoughts
soaring in the wind
caught in the gusts
of mother natures touch
taking off
into the storm
into the space between us
they’ll make it to you
in the grass
beside your daydream
your chest pocket
between those three seams
through the window down
on a ‘take tour time’ drive
(on a take your time drive
on a take your time drive)
and the musics louder now
doing your best to drown out
the tune playing sequence
in your restless
mind
watch the sky
as paper planes fly
in loops and dives
wings like arms
windows as eyes
wheels will walk
if they land on your thighs
reach out your hand
open your palm
let one land
leave space between us calm