the last fleeting days of summer
surround my restless soul
my psyche sways softly
to the hum of my manic schemes—

sixty-seven degrees sunset cloudy skies
with a chance of contrition
i line my coat with the pieces
of your cashmere heart—

Paradise, 2018

i am a ghost
watching you with each passing hour
they fly so quickly
yet they feel the longest by you—

i am a ghost
my grip reduced to an ice cold breeze
i hold you in my arms
and i feel nothing—

i am a ghost
i watch your dreams come true
as i lull myself to sleep
your warmth a false façade—

i am a ghost
i tell all my friends
how happy we are together
i think they have finally discovered my madness—

i am a ghost
and when you become one too
i will be waiting
to break away from chains—

that have kept me away
from you
for so long—

Paradise, 2018

now living the better part of my life
where you are no longer mine
my heartbeat an incomprehensible song
driving the words from my lips to your ear—

beyond the guise of my poetry
i, too, live a second life
where you and i can disintegrate
our grave a bed of peonies—

there, too, are third and fourth lives
where you are all apart
despite (our) best efforts
i christen the memory of five and six—

my words cannot bring you to life;
the way they did before—

Paradise, 2018

summer nights—cold soul
drunken anecdote
the flow of ink so delicate
to massacre the old for the new

winter morning—warm hands
littered streets
the sound of your vowels and consonants
just the right consistency

chiseled gravestones—life in your eyes
sound of footsteps
the burn of your last words to me
inverted and sweet

the universe owes us no due;
the six minutes i treasured you—

Paradise, 2018

i wrote for you today
i abandoned my moss covered legs—
i ran as quickly as i could to you
and i wrote down so many things

i hope to see you soon
i miss that tired groove in your voice—
will i see you again
have you heard this pretty song

i wrote for you today
because i abandoned you—
not because i wanted to
but to bring light to truth

you left me
i abandoned you—

the moonlight is pouring into my room
it vanishes—i weep,
a bloodborne obsession
the moonlight is pouring into my room
it bathes me—i weep,
cool wind aches my skin—

Paradise, 2018