Ancient Tuesday Wisdom

Today I will walk down the block with my shoes untied and my

Hair hanging free. I let my hair grow long, so you can stop thinking about me.

I said my hair is long, so you don’t have to think about me.

Advice from the sidewalk gets me through this black and white week.

Calendars with dates on them and glasses full of whiskey.

Here the time seems to melt off the walls, the same way the paper

Reads the news. The milk man has the rubber bands while I carry his soul.

Deep, beneath this “human” shit, there lies a lady dead before her birth.

Black lips, black eyes, black mind; nothing here makes any sense.

Ignite the color Green.

Dismiss this taste that sits upon my tongue.

The memories of you still linger deep inside my thoughts.

Darker and darker my mind seems foggy, can’t find my way out.

The love here is raw; it is frigid like the mid December blues.

I know you long for my touch, the sense of my breath on your skin.

The smell of us reminds me of the days where raindrops would fall from

The sun and music was playing from the tress.

There is no other life I’d rather be in than this one, as delicate as the

Human skin. Butterfly wings appear with the summer wind.

Music notes touch my nose while I could read people’s thoughts.

The world may seem cold; colder than Alaska’s ice, but no where

Can we see the sunset and the sunrise with these two eyes.

back at it.

Unlike the hole in my brain, the words sit gently above my eyes.

Thinking of you, thinking of us, thinking of me.

No new words to say, nothing new to hear.

Her scent still lingers on the street where we first met.

Her eyes still stare into my soul, whole and blind.

Silver teeth bite into a half smile dressed with a cigarette.

The branches shiver while our shadows dance.

I want to love you again, under the sun’s early morning dawn.

me tonight

poem

looking for someone to 
just understand my soul.
tell me what i need to do.
how to stay alive.

my own

the hole in my soul grows.
to the depths of a sea and 
across a thousand trees.
i sit here all alone.
a valley filled with voices
of evil. don't know where 
my home is anymore. hold
on to the sand. don't let the 
sun destroy your soul.

delicate as my mother's voice, the storm slowly rolls in