if your words were flowers i’d water them forever
each one is still rooted in my heart
but i sit in our sunken eden and cry,
with plastic peonies in a jar

i figured out your namesake
it’s more literal than you see
you take what’s in front of you
and break it to pieces
without question
just like you did to me

the sun paints the shadows that drip down the blinds
and your silhouette's tangled in the edges of mine
there’s nothing more; i’ll try not to fret
tomorrow I’ll think of the moments ahead

but nothing warms that cold spot in my bed

my brain has been running circles
louder than leaves under foot
seems perhaps i’ve gotta brush off the soot
kick-tossed around and scuffed up the sides of it
try to grab hold of my thoughts but they slip in and don’t stick
getting lost in the rotten thick thump of it
just when i think it’s crossed the finish line it starts again
breathe in breathe out hushes and pass them to my only friend
grasping at straws they bend
and around one my consciousness quick-swiftly disappears again
amen
i pray out loud to no one
old ways are back ready for more fun
with you i called it quits and done but here you are with me
we’ll exist in heaven for a week before we see the green

To dream bigger is to hope for more than is tangibly in front of you;
to build a life separate from reality
To see the honeyed nostalgia that blankets our deepest peace
and understand the movement that churns in our absence
To ponder one’s existence
and what it means to exist in the first place
The being of a being,                                        whole and beating
To dream bigger is to choose the path less thought by.        
The one that many don’t consider
the one that offers the soul a chance at freedom
so savory                                                           ­                    
licking the lips of the heart beating swiftly to the low steady thump of the world’s rhythm