Monday, March 30, 2015

It's no Biggie. Just Waking up.

Mine are the dinosaur dreams
Flush with impending skies
I pour myself into the mattress
To pop and crackle through the night.
Finally scooped, soft and unpalatable
When tomorrow finally opens the spoon drawer
The crispness of horizontal musings
Is mush in my stomach.
I place myself against the earth
And push

Saturday, March 28, 2015

It wasn't in the eddies of the hour 
Or in the chair that shook the floor
Or through the heart that carries my insides around
But in the intentions of the moment
That I first caught your smile
Without crushing its wings.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

I find that money carries you
Amongst the stones and stars
Forever 
In every direction