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.