POEM.

Watch my shadow bleed as you walk away

See my aching body float above us with only

veins. See what you did to me? See what true

love does to us? I asked you but you just starred

blank into the golden horizon. The way your lips

touch my hands on a late Tuesday. The way

you move my hair to the side reminds me of 

October. Your nose makes me smile. 

just don't. 

if you believe in jesus you can walk right out my door
and if you like steak leave me.
if you believe in love at first sight, throw up on yourself
and don't ever look back.
if you believe in evil men, just walk off the side of the earth
and never again ask me to hold the door for you.

there are things stranger than a stranger. 

pretending to be here on Earth
but in reality i'm on another galaxy ride.
men with hats and swords greet me.
i play my guitar on the train.

Poem.

don't know the difference between blue and black birds

but i do know that black birds are my favorite.

sometimes they bring upon us: death, sometimes they leave us a sign.

i don't know the difference between blue and black birds. 

but i do know that black birds are my favorite. 

poem.

And show me the real you.

The one that loves flowers at night and the

One that hates when it rains on Mondays. 

I want you all to myself.

Blue horizon skies.

Sometimes I pretend to love you and sometimes I pretend to be happy.

Some days I pretend to exist and pretend to have a purpose.

Sometimes I pretend I called your mother back.

Other days I don’t want to leave my head. 

Sometimes I pretend I am dead.

Poem. 

Drawing a blank on his name

Like the page in front of my face.

Blank. Eyes that wander and

Noses that smell roses. The yellow

Man is near the window. He says

Stay. The man in white is knocking

Down my dreams and he is demanding

Work. The old lady down the street

 From me died on Christmas eve.

So make sure every time you see

A black bird to give him a hug.

And don’t forget to throw all

Your love into the wind.

And the rug outside, has my

Dead guts on it. 

Welcome. 

yellow is over passing.

humans come and go
pass through like light rain
on a Saturday morning
music sticks to my soul
brings me to my whole
makes me realize i am real
this is real
music is real.

poem.

news stands sell bombs in print
while grocery stores rob ya.
keep one penny in your left pocket for good luck.
ask my mother why she hates my guts,
take one last look.
the truth is right here.

poem 

laundry scares and 1999 hair.
my thumbprint is different from yours
my chores take up my afternoon
zoom by, tell gram i said hi
please bring me back to the salt water sea,
my bumblebee. 

happy birthday to you

 you beautiful soul

i will love you forever 

ugly hair.

crumbs that will feed a village,
one million years to survive.
teachers with noses and witches with hoses. 
expiration dates, ugly mates and black ink.
Cut your eyes, hope to die.

loops that taste like fruits