faith grows
in me a sparrow
climbing higher sometimes
only sometimes, I try to catch it
know it will get hurt, not another broken wing
but I cant
seem to reach
too high in the sky.

someone gave me
a present the other day
I trust him with my life, it tasted
like the weeds in my garden
It made me giggle, forget
then I got
lost more

sometimes I like
to sit and listen, tip my ear
to the pools of fae, they climb in
I like watching people in city buses
I like their faces
when they cant find
their purse, I pick it up
from the ground
for them

when smiles dare
to  pass shadow upon
my lips you can guess how many
cells get crushed, nucleus gone
why do brain cells
die when
I dance

love poems
make me so sad
like theres nothing else to live for
there has to be something besides
pouring hearts down
drains, cant be good
cant be healthy

most days
when I try to touch
the rainbow with my tongue
I cant reach, not quite, so I spit
im quite good

your face
makes me cry when
she touches you, the cloudiness
in your eyes is replaced, with her reflection
lips moving, in time with her fingers
if I died every time
you looked away
id still be
alive