I feel you
within the ink
of every word I write

I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are
blue

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both

It takes me
perhaps a few minutes,
at most,
to write a poem.

In the brief instant
between
creation and publication,
I am convinced
that this poem cannot be
improved.

But note,
it is never the claim,
that the poem is
any good.

I write
so that I may express
what I had genuinely felt
for a few moments.

abrupt in her silences
hesitant in the important moments in life
he fell apart at the sight of her
she cried and ran the other way
fueled by fire, stigmatized
carrying her to the sidelines
we all need something,
sometimes we take what was never meant for us.

To sleep the sleep of
an artist is
the best sleep ever.
All the foes lie vanquished,
and I paint words with
their blood.
All the letters spent on
the paper in
ejaculatory fashion,
like ***** to the egg.
There is no fodder from
dreams to be marshaled,
just the birth of my
creation,
when I
awake.

Captive to words 
you think 
you speak 
you write 
you read 
Captive to words 
you hear
you retrieve
you see
you believe 
Captive to words 
the thoughts become 
persuasive
the voices become 
familiar 
the writings become 
non-fiction
the readings become 
feelings 
Captive to words 
the sounds become
damaging 
the fostering becomes 
comforting 
the visions become 
naturally 
the beliefs become 
reality 
VICTIM TO WORDS