Monday

soybean soulmate
i envy the wind that gets to touch your delicate skin.
                                as the sky turns a Summer Blaze Blue,
i fell asleep to the sound of the stream.


Saturday


harvest moon

if i am the Queen of Crows,
  surrounded by pale pink roses under 
a harvest moon,

    who was the Queen before me?
did she wear brown eyes like me?

a Queen before me,
her intelligence
grew in gardens,
no man had to upkeep

she sucked elegant wisdom
from the velvet purple 
Dahlia 
   while midget bees
served her Lemon Tea

a Queen before me-
  she too must have a knife
to her side brain to swallow
this pain.
a blade sharp, as crystals 
  only to attest 

the King's Death. 

poem

when the lizard 
swims in the rain 
water

the trees begin to
grow
please don't try to kill me 
because i'm already dead

a stone that sinks deep
in this chest, my bones 
rattle. this heart rarely
beats

please don't try to kill me 
because i'm already dead

with a pencil to the head
and a gun to the eye,
nothing seems brighter
than the grey skies

please don't try to kill me 
because i'm already dead

magic
if you want me to care,
if you want me to sing-
   pick through the garden
while your hazel eyes  glisten
on the leaves of her cherry 
tree.

graveyard 
i can feel it 
   with my teeth:

you are my King
    a   n  d
i am your Queen
twelve twenty

i found myself drifting
up shore, drunk with
regret on my teeth
and lies in my pocket
tiny poem #89

hunting for you,
my fragile feet
follow the damp
ground.

poem

who knows 
what it means
to eat 
river beans?


red wine
a stick of dynamite
to the ear 
just to prevent
these thoughts
from spreading
creating
like a wildfire under 
the Wolf Moon


number five
eating eggs
red dress buckles
painted over
glazed eyes
many lies 
can't tell between
rings and trash

Pocket Poem

Can’t believe it-

I could never let this go-

Not again-

Not through any cracks-


PLASTIC SPOON kind of LoVE

    I know you can’t see/the stars that

Shine or the music that flies/ I’m sorry

But I did try/ I wanted to give you the world/

Before I could help  myself/


poem

Can you just tell me you love me-

one last time

  Even if you can’t feel it-

Just tell me I’m the best

And I can take care of the rest.

  breathing in

              breathing out

I will always love you,

  The way I feel the moon:

Untouchable sense of Life before

The Sun shines.


poem

our love is like no other.

You brought me back,

the old me.

        B r o u g h t          B a c k      T H E    O LD   m e

Let her stay a while. Enjoy

This view,

    together.

Hold one another’s 

    heart until we   d ie.


Thursday

Alone in a time of hope

       Less

               Ness

When the butterfly can’t

Fly no more

        When the bear ate the bark

        And the grass was taller than Derek

        We can’t predict the weather but I know for

Sure the stars will light our nice

Evening Walk,

       So don’t forget the wine

As I will bring along

      Mr. Stanford

 


 

With a mug in his left hand,

The old man smiled

As the sea took him


poem

   If we can’t feel

   The air we breathe

In and out

Of our lungs

That bleed,

     how can the men even see?


      M O O D

Shot my Mother

In the church parking lot

Before God told me

The truth

    Before the sun came up

I shot my Father in the

Cemetery

Before the Devil stole my

Soul

  Before the sun came up


baby fawn

As I let the dawn eat my misery

  The sun sets in his e y e s, 

                          this is our goodbye

Dripping   down  the  side  of  my    f a c e

 

    Questions about the moon and how it became

                 Where the rain wears self conscious thoughts of past years

                 With roses between every black bear

   The warm evening night     brings out the mice


Friday




sounds like a still sea
skeletons, 
boys
constant with their
environment
the feelings of weakness
linger
as tips of fingers
gently
move
the ghost

poem
 how much should

I have to give him

Just to prove my love

To him?

                Flowers hang

From my lobes and I haven’t

Smiled in days

Get me out of the dark

   And show me how

To love again


snow so b l u e 

when we met my 
heart was young
  and torn
heard the children die
in the River
held the blood of
her father
the heart of her mother
asking for help 
when nothing else 
seems clear
rain down on this soul
open up these thoughts
show the hidden love
"and 
now i begin to
understand myself"
she said
listening to the water

beating and beating
           the thoughts in
         my head like
      the drum
poem

you may have seen my body
you may have held 
        my     h e a r t 
but now 
just leave me in the dark
like the bird on the water
  trying to be   f r e e-

to love someone again
when they’ve been in
once before
they’ve walked these halls
they have seen me:
     w o  r n.


Falling in   l o v e   with one

         who had your heart

Before is like staring into the sun

On an August afternoon

    Like sinking in quicksand

    and you      c a n n o t

Move

  Sinking, slooowly

To fall back in love with one who

Once had your heart

Is like pulling a loose

Tooth on a

T

uesday morning


don't lie to me

strip my body down
 take my skin
 take my eyes
all that's left 
 a rib cage full of lies
lies f e d to me
lies i've created
  before my mind
knew black from white
before the robin
took me on my first
flight

h a n g i n g 
        from each bone
   for years to come
for years to stay 
drown me in the lake 

for these lies have killed this s o u l

Amy Winehouse - Know you now (live)





My girl says I'm too sensitive to ride with you
But I'm not listening to her, mm hm
Yes I'm perceptive so when I've dance with you
You'll whisk your head back the way it were
As you were


a warm cup of tea

eating a dozen 

                bumblebees

 with marble eyes

and a heart f u l l of gin


frozen

tempted
by the sea 
i gently throw
my whole soul
to the wind 
to see what 
bee finds
me
next to love, 
drowning
in her lies
my eyes swell
full of tears


tiny poem
       when it seems 
HARD TO BREATHE
when the clouds 
          steal your voice
when your mind
SETS FIRE
                                        i love you amy

Clear emerald

    Silence in my brain-

     The men form a line

      The funeral line,

Where my mother dies,

From the depths of mountains 

 To the fields of green-

           Nothings seems to stick

           Besides weeds

           and Winter Sadness


poem

I wish I could sleep at the foot of your graveyard

       Cemetery grass

       And authentic memories

   Of the past-

                 While the Moon 

                 hangs low we dance

                 In the light

I wish I could dream at your funeral

 

Flowers to smell

  Bringing people together

Wearing  a watch

       For he said,

 “call any time past noon”


Florence + The Machine - Hunger





Oh, you and all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
You make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment
I forget to worry

Sunday

   the sunrise

while the creek runs clean
       the sun atop
of waves, float downstream
while birds soar and squirrels scatter
only to wash ashore
the feelings of a dead bee
        flower petals rain
        from quivering clouds
as today marks my grandfather's 80th birthday
eighty times around a 
         Strawberry Sun and still
         has all his
         Baby Teeth
another (poem)
  sleepwalking,
i stumble through
tall 
red oaks,
their branches
   and their weeping roots
fond of sunshine-
i find myself dancing 
in the creek as the
light of each reflection
   is different but still
beautiful.

 poem
hiding books of poetry and records
of lost music 
  in an abandoned barn
    not a soul will know
only the dogwoods and the bees
   as i make my way 
down the quivering creek 
         a flower
laughs at me

burning truth

wooden windows,
   the men can study
but little do they know,
fire is beauty-
    to find beauty 
in anything is sacred.

    sweet thing 

how is he allowed to kill my soul?
 to take my heart 
       and rip it whole?
   but the minute i raise my voice
the men throw me to jail-
rob my riches            take my home,
  but once 
he puts      fire
           to my    s  o  ul
my stomach   t  urn s
   as i force the  k nif e  in
    - to kill 
him



for i've been  d  ead
          this 

WHOLE 

                         time.


ink

infest her peculiar
needs, desires
  nourish the
     devotion
leave her soul to 
   t h a w             with
the morning dew
          violet virgins
harvest this 
  year's      sunlight 
six five 2020

making love to 
   your mind       that night
our bodies
      intertwined- 
in the moonlight 
    dancing to 
the gentle sound of
     Jazz
our feet touch 
the ground-
            as our 
souls reach FOR the
               Strawberry Moon

machine

if you divide
   the time you
    have 
in half
       with the 
amount of rain 
received today,
  letters will 
pour from 
   gourd shaped clouds



My Place: Florence Welch





"i like the past in objects...

    id' say the past 

in my mind, 

     less"


GUTS

quaint confinement
   masculine cavities
conceal murky pistols
   indulge in eternal virgins
 nuclear guts, honeysuckle nuts
           nourish the nuns
         while i confine
       the children

Florence + The Machine Acoustic Performance | A Moment With the Met | Vogue





Well the feeling was always too much for me, 

        it always came too strong
I wanted to get it right 


          so badly that I always got it wrong
So you keep pushing on
          You hope it won't be long
Till you could find the child you were
                 And find a way to get along

Thursday



poem

strung above the windows
    bones, hair, teeth
create a garland
scattered on the living room floor
ashes of the dead
     ones who once lived, now dead
all their ashes
as loose teeth make a necklace
cold blood is served 
in a coffee mug 


disappear into the night
the stars begin to sing
to me
i had to follow the moon
to make my way home
owls and wolves danced
on the sidewalks 
the trees began to sway

Eating mankind

   Licking the lies

Sucking the love

             d r y.

  


Amy Amy Amy



Imobile, I can't think by any means
Underwear peeks at the top
I'll let you know where you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel


January (precious) 

i wish i could sleep at 
the foot of your grave
                                  cemetery grass
                                  and authentic
                                  memories of 
our past-

while the moon hangs
low we dance in 
the light
i wish i could dream
at your funeral


   flowers to smell 
   bringing together 
   the spirits (human)

wear a watch
    he said,

"call me anytime
past noon"


wish i could sing

sang from the wooden 

   windows
sang from the shells
the honest truth
  in her hand

touching your body
  with only her 
mind

taking time
                  N O T 
   dwell on 


useless     l o v e. 

CLOVES - Don't Forget About Me (Official Video)





Lost through time and that's all I need
So much love, then one day buried
Hope you're safe, cause I lay you leaves
Is there more than we can see?
Answers for me

And hey, hey
Without you there's holes in my soles
Hey, hey
Let the water in -


piano will take me away

when it's genuine
you can feel the 
sky with your teeth
you can eat the 
mountains and
   their roads
soak up the s u n
with your mind.
revised (list of things)  the KING and I 
shall study, one day


dog year(S)

i wish my heart
didn't feel this way

 didn't get thorns 
stuck in her side
just to remind
her 
     that love 
in this room 

is a magenta
   (kind of blue)


ate some frzn mangoes 
and just fckn vibed this afternoon


howl

surrender
when your knees
bleed
when your heart
aches
untouched by the
demons she has 
          swallowed
by the silence 
  she has attempted
to make a home in-

   drunk on sadness 
              looking for a  way out
eat my nightmares 
    just to prove 
love 
       is a pearl




little poem #00009

   beating 
   and
   beating 
-
   the 
   thousand 
thoughts 
-

in my head 
   beat like an
angry drum

-

inside o u t

 when we met my 
heart was yearning
and torn
heard the children die
in the River
held the blood of their 
 Father-
the heart asks
for help when nothing
else seems clear-
     rain, down on my soul
 open up the thoughts
show the hidden love
and now i begin to 
 understand myself
 as the blood runs off
each 
finger 
tip 

document

pick through Humanity

   voices of destruction

harmonize extractions

harmonize peace

    tombs of our grandparents

once loved, once lived

   their swelling bodies turn to

dust for us to wash away

       hate against humans

passed by the devil

                  to set fire to souls

  


Silver Staples

creation of the mind

    to prove an eloquent statement

expressive yet undetermined

   nothing holds meaning

like the bees who

    pollinate the seasons




September

i'm in some sort of room/
fans made of animal remains/
walls painted- with blood/
when the sun rises- the work must
get done/ leave the lion alone, leave 
her be



beer cans

when the lizard 
swims in rain water
the trees begin to 
grow/
poem

an assassin of night- 
slit the sky with her 
knife before sunrise
  short skirts, bruised knees
kissed by an angel
1-800-COFFINS

building coffins
for the Q u e e n
a place she can 
release her fickle
actions- where
no man has say

Left, Down, Right, Down

Disappoint                  For immortality 
The demented             Sprouts in             
Gypsies                       A comatose space

POEM

A Queen with an ambiguous mind

    Slender fingers

    Slender lips

Maleficent

  Only to pacify the King

  She would

Boil her gypsy soul

   And feed her eyes

To all of mankind

To conceive some type of

(   V E L C OR    D A W N  )


I just want to melt into rain

             and

   Pour myself over flowers


whole     

While desolate clouds gently

Slip into tomorrow

    Our mouths meet

 For what seems like

The first time

Pick dandelions to

Make      Wishes

Only

to camouflage

Sunken feelings

     And aromas

The wicked wind

Rubs against nostalgic

Impressions

Sparking tongues to

Touch the FULL MOON

I love you

  Plus ten years

 


Soup Spoon

A lifetime of

   Mundane love

Couldn’t save the Queen’s

S o u l- she made her way

        Through Springs,

        Through Winters,

even through the city

   only to sacrifice a bird

in return for a Boy’s heart

     as my body crawls to the Crescent Moon

day in and day out

    searching….

Vulnerable minds, sunrises.

    A subconscious ribbon

         ties together

              My 

           lungs