The moon pulls on the earth
And the earth pulls back
Yet, for now
They are so far away

The beautiful thing
however,
Is that the moon is the remnant
Of a devastating impact
Wrought from the earth

Let that be a lesson for you
My love
That as the earth suffers in orbit
The moon silently whispers back
"I carry you with me."

It's the kind of voice that comes creeping
Much like the drenched leaves flattened
Leaving silent silhouettes on wet pavement
I've only felt the silent sickness from an intimate distance
I don't know who I will hear this time
But I can assure you,
The message will be
Poetic
In nature.

Spectrous aberrations of youth
Surround him, embrace him
Leaving him disoriented, dismayed
Amidst sultry belongings
He’s tethered to that pole of vicissitude
Draped by disfavor
Postmarked Valhalla
Addressed to Folkvangr
Teased by irreverent lovers
In pursuit of contentment
His chronicles restart
In an unpublished testament
Bound by leather, cows unfettered
One lifeless body stationary
Crimson streams part chalk-dry lips
As love’s guillotined victim drips
His future’s fortune forsaken
Willingness to triumph in battle
Leaks from this dimension
With each fluxing discharge
Of her stream’s outgoing apathy
And his fluid permeates alluvium
In streambeds near life’s summit

They pay me

You come trudging along
Lugging your baggage as always
Smiling with your dancing eyes
But solemn in greeting

I watch as you
Unpack, stack everything neatly
Turn over to embrace me
Change

Walks that we take
Across the city
Gambling in the notion of being seen
Absent from the thoughts of those we know

I fire up
And tear down
Past the railway stations
Lewd laughter ringing my way
And the whispers down the darkened corridors
How I've lived with them

You pay me a last glance and
Retreat with the rest of the crowd
And I watch as you leave
Watch for the trickling specks of light
Darting from your darkest hair

I wait
Until they pay me again

among milkweeds and thistles,
on rocks and scraps of metal that tear our clothes,
in a mock lacking more than ivy,
but plenty of barbed wire,
the game is clean. unadulterated.
the slowest five seconds
birthed via a fundamentally sound
thing of beauty.
hands back, the other way.
ah the sweet spot.
we conjure trajectory: wind, speed. geometry.
run away!

He showed himself today;
A trespasser on the land where leaves reign.
The morning sun proved his Achilles heel,
In the space where my inner soul
And the outside world collide.
“I can see you.”
The words are a dance -
Hot chocolate and cotton-candy,
Swirling sluggishly together in sweet adoration;
He melts at the exposure.
And at the tip of her engine roaring lips
Heat divulged his truth, young and bare –
The David fighting the Goliath air.
Surrender your almond sun skin and
Forfeit the strawberries in your hair.
He feasts and diminishes,
With no appreciation for the warmth,
But coal coated shame burning into ash
As bloodied juices dangle in anguish.
The calendar vigorously holds deep, intrepid letters:
“Beyond the Autumn lines, Winter quivers with fear.”
Sealed lips savor their secret:
Winter just trespassed here.

Every word he said was meant,
Every promise he made he kept.
And apparently you didnt get the hint,
All escaped you while you slept.

Everyday he was at a loss of words.
Uncapable of being able to say,
I want to fly free with the birds
And To mold our love out of clay.

All was at a loss,
Nothing more to look forword for.
Everything covered in moss,
Tattered and washed up to shore.

He couldnt say what he meant,
Couldnt give what he wanted to get.
Forgotten about like pocket lint,
He has no fish in his net.

Have you ever fallen in love
with the rainbow,
that survived the black hurricane?

I've lived inside the lightning;
waiting for you.

Years. And, I'm beat down.
Butterflies; withered on my back -
and burned away.

I'll wait for you, still.
Maybe inside the inverted cocoon,
deserted within a crowd.
Of flames.

I've fallen in love,
with a god;
who was in love with a Rainbow.

But, maybe he died;
in the long farewell.
Not even in my faint dreams;
I never seem him walking,
with this holy cane;
you spoke of.

Come back; I said.
There's a rainbow here; waiting on your breaths.