streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
