Dirt under my nails

Remember the time we left your scab on the

Back porch to dry? The time when ants invaded

The space we collected between the dirt and dust.

When the children with no eyes, are able to see.

Where do their parents go to die? When you

Empty out your house where do all your secrets

Go? Do they seep deep down into the wallpaper?

Where nobody goes, no one can see. What

Happens to the soul of this house once the paint

Chips and you don’t mow the lawn?

butterfly

When the butterfly dies, who takes the time

To clean their wings

When the butterfly dies, who takes the time

To bury their soul

When the butterfly dies, who takes the time

To let the others know

When we don’t have time/ when the rain freezes before it touches my mind/

Bring thee the men in white coats as for they have the key to my kind

A mind with color is a mind with thoughts/

Pocket poem 79.

Catch me before I fall

Before I fall into the velvet river

Before the snow caresses my nose

Catch me before the woods

Swallow my body whole

Catch me before my sorrows

Drown my soul

Into the winter abyss my

Mind simmers

Love as cold as ice.

Tear my heart into pieces, eat it with blueberries and rum

I just ask of you, take the music and give it to your son.

The amount of time spent on music, inside my mind’s brain is

The same amount of time the Earth has spun around me.

Don’t care for the phone numbers or the sunset photos etched

Into my mind, just keep the music and give it to someone

Who understands why the Wolf Moon shines brighter

And someone who can count in Spanish.

Tea time.

Remember when the weather ate the baby birds whole

And the ocean took us of all our sins.

The library held all our secret until we turned to dust,

Leaving only the petal of a rose for us to touch.

With the darkness seeping in and no one around to hear,

Keep only the grocery list inside your frail heart.

florence is a beautiful soul