sparks

I don’t hate you-
I’m angry still,
about the arrangement,
the coordinates of our
collision,
the matter,
you
and how I fray
without you


how we tried

the chorus of our song
replays still 
in the blurred borders
spilled
around your skyline
eyes
a paler blue,
those stars dulled
they way dying things
do,
I feel the winds from
your funeral breeze by
this is goodbye
finally,
it was never our
love but how we danced
in the dark

palpatate

I thought I heard you
say
my name drags across
your heart every time
you take a breath,
that you loved me
skin, blood and 
bone,
I thought I felt the way
your stomach lurched
and out of breath
standing still,
I thought I dreamt
that you kissed me
and said you were going
to marry me,
but
that’s, I’m
crazy

western orange

The golden gates
swing both ways
opportunity blinks
neon green sparks
over a midnight bay
and I remember the field
that raised me, I feel 
the bay light up in my heart
all over again,
maybe this time
is my someday
when

that poem i wrote

I’m rewriting from the bottom up
for the third and last
time;
truth 
is the charm no matter
how many times it takes,
the leagues of sandy
sea were miles of lies
to cover the ocean of veins
that lay throbbing 
beneath,
mine is the oldest, shortest,
neverending story that reads
like a first edition,
I’ve loved you
since the day I met you,
and I will.

never speak of it

her crimson secret,
sizzling smoldering coals,
a slow soulful burn,
a beautiful scorching
became cheap gossip
the moment
it was spoken,
a fallen angel,
an ordinary
love 

a bamboo raft

the river flows
untold,
uncharted
I go
damning for swimming
holes (some summers)
submitting to the current-
it’s the only peaceful way
to ride the riverwide,
but not all paths were paved
in peace
the one to greatness
must be cleared step by
step
braved, one river,
one canyon, one sea
at a time,
I kiss you both for the first
and last and leave you
to tread your shallow
waters

watercolors in the rain

my compass is cracked
I’m stranded here beside
you, watching for shadows
of the sun to lead me
home again
it almost feels right-
until your gaze falls
through me,
I am 
invisible,
your favorite
shadow

sailing the quicksand

the last day ekes on
for nearly a year
each hour drags by
with the gait
of a parched elephant
I’ve been gone too long
I’ve forgotten where
I belong
and the difference between
Tuesday and tomorrow
is a series of sighs,
pockets in
time

to set a table

For without the smooth
bluntness of a spoon
we would not know
the sharp edge
of a knife,
every utensil 
has a purpose