verse

i'm just a whimsical breeze
picking flowers from trees
arranging them in vases
to make my plastic life
something of beauty

i'm just a song to be hummed
to a love come undone
singing baby please don't leave
i've got something for you
under these sad eyes

live in trees - may 31st

I am searching for
the root of my
discontentment,
only to surmise
that I created it.

instead of feeling grass
at our fingertips
we muddle through
wires.

drunk and blind - may 26th

when we have none to do
we sip wine in the moonlight,
and soon after
we forget
what the moon is.
so it turns on us

stone - may 18th

stone-like in the backseat
i can't hear anything
but rain outside
in the busy street.
it's monday night
in my old city
and i have nothing
to look forward to.
no one's waitin' for me,
my bed's been empty
for months.
sure i've got the same folk
who've been by my side
for some time now.
but still each night
i sleep alone
like a stone
under soil
and overgrown

rose bush - may 16th

all of life's
familiarities
sing sweet songs.
like my papa's
rose bush
that grew wildly
next to the
back porch,
until the wind
swept it
away.
we used to play
croquet and pickle
in the yard
while the parents
got drunk
indoors,
searching for
that familiar
feeling
that fleeted
with the
wind
a long time
before.

worms

as I descend down this hill
song in my ears, sky above my head
I see three worms stuck to the pavement
suddenly I pity these worms
for there's no dirt underneath their soft slender bodies
no limbs for which to extend their disapparated arms
and soon the sun will eat their trampled corpses

perhaps no one but me took the time to observe their existence
but over on the other side of campus
there are ten more worms
whose days are also short lived
and whose lifeless encasings will soon be stuck to George's shoe
who was too distracted by the road-killed frog
to see them down below

years from now

laying beneath a plum tree
the grass, soft and wet, and the sheathed sky so high above
we lay there in a Spring dream
the golden sun swallowing us whole

on a forgotten day I whispered secrets into you
and you held me dear against your shoulders
until I wept unto you honest tears -
strung down my face like paling lanterns
and i will never love you more