Saturday, December 03, 2016

In being
Fiercely wedded
To may never be's
I
Calculate the distances
Strip away the facts
Use the branches for signal fires

Thursday, November 10, 2016

In the morning animals will come
And simplify my sleep
Until then I'm trapped in my pillow
I guess
I wish I could tell you,
That wishes were the shape of things
But reality is sharp at the corners

An Onion's Reflection

If you peel all my layers back
I will cry
When
Flittering, skittering
Tentative, Hesitant
A single shoot stretching
Through so much old snow
A remembrance of things
At once too green to be of this place
And yet too vulnerable for elsewhere

Breaking
Ice beneath summer's slow touch
I feel the irregularities of each pulse
And find your echo
Still haunting these fragile vessels
Trembling
Unafraid of spiderwebs
Lest fear should snatch my balance
And I miss you
Before you've even gone.

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

Something stirs
Far below these burns
Words slip
Like a roof after rain
And I,  a moment between
Footing and falling
Hang
In the plausible deniability
Of your smile.

Wednesday, November 02, 2016

As easy as breathing
Or
Tough as a soul's dead roots
I hang
On the branches between
Saying nothings
And
Not saying anything
Just to see your voice
Or live upon silence

I wonder where the green shoots lie?

Friday, October 28, 2016

Sometimes when I miss you
I feel a sadness
And wonder if its yours?

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Forgetting
Is the speed at which you find yourself

Friday, September 09, 2016

In my worst moments
I am filled with such tininess
So as to cage the breath of Infinity
Within barred pain
Forgetting
He who trampled prison's gates
Who snapped the shackles
To his own wounded wrists
And called me to take up my cell-bed
And rise.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

These are the wounds that wear me.

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Repentance:
Standing in the same boots
Wearing your heart backwards.
Stop
I will peel off my mind
A silent apology
For forgetting
My identity's skin


Sunday, May 15, 2016

Humanity's primal ache
To be bulletproof.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Flatten myself against
The doors of chance
And hope against
A chin-catching sudden swing