I fell in love with the feel of the earth beneath my feet,
With the set of my arms and the cold on my face,
I fell in love with the things that I see and the people I meet,
I feel so madly in love with the sway of my hips,
When I’m walking away when I’m feeling like this.
I fell in love with my clever remarks, my hair and my heart,
Fell in love with the way you can’t tear me apart,
I fell in love with feeling like enough,
And knowing I’m strong, I’m stable, I’m tough.
I fell in love with the girl in the mirror
With her scratches and bruises I’m so proud that she’s here,
With her brilliant blue eyes laying claim to her dreams,
That glistens and sparkle such beautiful things,

I’ve fallen in love with all of my freedoms,
With how I cast off my chains screaming I’d beat them.
Through torture and heartbreak, through hopes gone and died,
Through horrible moments and losing my pride,
Through promises destroyed with lies and deceit,
Through all of the things you cast down on me,
I fought and I prayed to the cold in that place,
I practiced my aim, against the words you misplaced.
I pushed through all those words that you murmured,
The very same ones I strangled and murdered,
That now lay still at my feet, reviling the person
I always knew I could be, Unnerved and wide open,
with fresh pains and fresh hopes
No one will ever tear me down
Not while she is here
I will let  those burdens go and cast away my tears
Knowing good and well that I have  killed  my fears and
I am with the one I love and I’m so proud she’s here.

Flashing numbers; this isn't a binary
sequence but the universe has got me
wondering. 01001011010101011
combinations of 2 create infinitesimally
complicated creatures, craters, croutons,
castrations, cancers, colons, concretes,
convulsions, corn-cobs. 'Where is my
mind' by the Pixies; wish I'd never heard
it before. No simile metaphor for what's
next, swooping ultraviolent. Almost like
skin being ripped off so I'm nothing but
bone and muscle. 'With your feet in the
air and your head on the ground,' the
dam snaps and floods my Amsterdam
cheeks like New Orleans; scrambling for
roof I drown. Scrambling for roof I drown.
'Try to trick and spin it, yeah,' polka-dots
and floaters; bacteria in my eye dives into
the ocean and makes me wonder which
flew bottom and rounded-dust to eat *****
on sea-floor. 'Your head will collapse, but
there's nothing in it, and you'll ask yourself,'
mashing cellphone numbers now; mashing
cellphone needed now dad pick up please pick
up worlds end pick up mom pick up I need
to know I'm real I need to know there's truth,
'where is my mind? Where is my mind? Whee
erre is my mind?' the world fades into itself and
what crosses mind is death but no, why? No,
need. Dad picks up to my heaving sobs. Rational,
collected. Collect call. World freezes.

i
worship
the god of small things
this
is
my
blas
phe
mous
rosary

god is good:
gale force winds
sandy beaches
sunset

god is good:
friends who know and still love you
the credulous wonder of children
singing your heart out
knowing you’re alive
thinning gracefully
growing wiser
not caring
puppies
catnaps
99s

god is good:
the joke you’ve never heard before
the queen of the night’s aria
jet engines at takeoff
the lightbulb moment
rolling fields of corn
rolling tears of joy
fine malt whisky
driving too fast
a good book
candles

god is good:
rainbows at the prow of a boat
sunshine after storms
a thin crescent moon
spray in your face
the smell of rain
leaping salmon
shooting stars
dark skies
fireworks
mars

god is good:
a sleeping lover’s moan
knowing he loves you
knowing she’s there
heartfelt laughter
a sincere touch
an honest hug
understanding
dinner for two
growing old
sharing

god is good:
a perfectly sculpted torso
the moment after waking
new scentsations
sincere smiles
a compliment
true friends
promises
release
solace
peace


i  wor
ship the god of
small things. i give
thanks to her
every
day


bless
me
father
for
i
have
sinned
i
threw your cateschism to
the
wind