I sway outside a wrecked poet's window
daily I see his mind raked
by fingers of clawing creation
I know his smiles are faked

My fractal arms forever aloft
my waiting blossoms and leaves
see his progress on falling apart
a soul strained through so many sieves

Changing seasons, personal treason
troubled the poet till May
when the spring brought his desired muse
as I am sorry to say

This story's been sung time and again
through mine own branches told
if you hark unto the sweet spring air
you'll see it yourself unfold

i wish i could
get a terrible sickness
just to purge it
to puke it out
to be rid the emptied house of my body
of cobwebs
that grow increasingly more numorus
it seems
with the passing days

i wish i could
recognize a face in a crowd
just to know it
among so many others
to wear that mask a moment
just to know it
because there is so much value
in being known

i wish i could
speak words unspoken
to turn heads
so that they may hear
what it is to be heard
so that they may listen to
the silence pacing priestly behind me

the shadow of a pen
held in the hands
of political men
looks like a serpent
more than jury stands
man's power was meant
for more than this
for distant lands
and constant kiss
a love that was sent
that people dismiss
and the men will sign
with serpent pens
the dotted line
to make an end

you cling to me like water does
when i emerge from a lush pool
two thousand droplets dripping doves
fall from a lucky fool

I'm lying 'low a lovely sun
the doves ascend as vapor
to lift my hand to the wall
of a love poem's paper

you left when i went too far
in your eyes the ice
melting alone in your car
the doves flew from your eyes

volcanic ash falling
fast from a cigarette
something in the beat calling
you've felt this I bet
searching for a fleeting fix
but everything is good, set
caught up in a tired mix
you've felt this I bet

you left another shirt in my room
and soon after you left
i wept into the fiber like a liar
and the wires in the walls
made my skin crawl
and fall out of place
in any case, i saw your face
my saving grace when i misplace
the space in my mind
bobby pin left behind
underneath two grinding spines
still reminds me of the sky
your eyes and why
you said goodbye
that night

running through the trees
dodging roots and leaves
As I live and breathe
stories that I weave
are the only sieves
Worthy to edit me
weakened knees
under the sheets
you take your leave
i fall asleep

I don’t like the space
My body inhabits
Dreams disappear
Like white rabbits
and the fear
of thrown fits
and spits dripping slick
of some sick
grows near
to the thicket
where my dear
and i would kick it
share words
and share spit with
loose tongues
that won't quit
i love her
and she knows it