reassuring taps of gentle footsteps upon marble
lightly echo through the clean air and fluorescent lights
a step past one door, warmth encompasses me
comfortable space, people in this town are few and far between
stop a moment, think
before another door. enter
to a ceiling much too low
so much i have to tilt my head to avoid it
there are urinals along the right-side wall
Eve is standing before one, just to look
a shifting glance, attention is brought to me
my angled eyes set at Eve’s level
maybe this way i can see
why the fleeting phantoms stay just long enough for our eyes to meet
now here's a topical poem about distance between people
sunlight reawakens us
from our open-eyed slumber
things happened last night, i don’t know where to begin
partly because of the outrageous events that occurred
and partly since i can’t keep my thoughts straight
boy, i could go for some pancakes and tea
and a moving monologue of redemption.
actually, no pancakes, just the other stuff.
to be honest, i’m not feeling so well. dizzy, you know?
i mean, the sun is up and shining
but i just can’t shake the feeling that the night’s not over.
my fourth (!) chapbook is coming together steadily. looking back at my work, i've noticed a trend towards conventional poem structure, but there's part of me that wants to get back to prose. it's that never ending itch to do things differently, i tell ya.
the firmament calls forth delicate bubbles from deep beneath the soil
under my feet, pine tree roots
further below, the fountain gone stagnant
glimmering spheres moving through air compliment the evergreen needles
unavoidable bursts of rot, exuded from that which grows beside the fountain
in a swampy green place, mother of the pines
eternal life giver, balancing this forest upon it’s ancient branches
with every step, a wobble
with every misstep, another burst
to which i inhale my worst of days, and live from those days onward
prompt: write a poem that combines the impression of a meaningful song, with something you catch yourself thinking about when your mind wanders
i'd love to read what you write from this. send me a dm so i can <3 your poems
A letter to the spider living in my shower:
I get lonely when you’re not around, then a little sad.
When you reappear it turns my Earth.
i concentrate my inherent connection to them
into potent strands of silk;
distill memories of them
taken from the air
transformed into something
that no longer gives life
there’s a loss of lasting joy
there’s a wall…
you know, you’ve been in my thoughts
when it snows i see you wandering along interstate 88
or alone in your bed, sitting up, legs crossed
living in the past
while waiting for sleep
the search for bliss is over
one way or another
epiphany upon her
that leads her into space or underground
how are you doing? what are you up to these days? it’s nice to see you in this most lonesome place
i find that balance is achieved here in silence
or in the constant sound of the subterranean; a train passing afar
love of distant past or pain
the search for bliss is over!
from "salve" 2019
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