beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display

The coyote in the street,
the long lingering memory
on the edges of our town,
where the night is dark
where the moon is bright.

His blood is our blood,
we forget him quickly;
standing in the porchlight,
losing him to time.

Coyote watches us
watching the treeline,
and he understands.

how many ways
to love a sunbeam,
            suspended in open air,
            bleaching the dust
                        gathered beneath
                        the tiffany windows.

How lost am I to you,
the last glimmer of hope embedded
inside my brain, inside crumbling suburbia

I want the shadows to take me home,
to a place so far away
no one knows my name,
I become a stranger unto myself.

Lilacs growing in rotten teeth gaps,
Fertilized by formaldehyde
and encasing the indigo
jewels of blind eyes,
closed like the heart.

The still lungs a garden
of lavender towering high,
the scent drifting away
beyond the reaches of it's
host's own imagination.

You are a late boy,
star kissed space between the words
of your favorite novella,
drenched in lamp light's beauty

Sun sets the morning
in your closed eyes,
the night lives on
within your dreams

your words like little raindrops
sliding down my shivering skin
settle into my navel's twist,
freeing the butterflies.

so many kinds of writers;
some with stars in their eyes and
souls on their sleeves;
some, with stony stares
and a voice that thrives in silence.