Friday, October 20, 2017
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
reunions
The one thing I forgot at home on this trip
was my toothbrush and toothpaste.
We joke and laugh while playing corn hole, but are scared of losing
and being laughed at.
Lightning flashes like bulbs behind the clouds across the bay.
I hear the birds for the first time in a year while running in the woods.
And I remember I haven’t written you a poem in a long time, and
am grateful to call you a friend.
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
My Body
An abuse
A sack of gold-lillied water
A saltless fantasy
My body a bird between
Wind currents
This world a handful of twigs
My body a heart
Foaming like lattes or rabies or
Excitement
My body standing in the center of the room
Oblivious like art
This last line will not punch you,
And I have not been gentle with myself
Saturday, September 30, 2017
This is the feeling
Fall rasps me longways with its tongue
And I hope when I die
I die like the summer does
And I hope when I die
I die like the summer does
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Untitled
There are moments when I am a fool
For us. When I think of sitting and drinking
Coffee together and talking about how we've
Grown, and how we
Haven't.
For us. When I think of sitting and drinking
Coffee together and talking about how we've
Grown, and how we
Haven't.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
A Night at Dripping Rock
I am here to feel the leaves change color. Here to watch
trees shake their heads like horses in the wind.
To see what quiet does to a young man.
To ask if I can kiss a young autumn.
See how that feels.
A sparrow brushes my shoulder up on the high rocks.
The black sky is star-stained. Exquisite. Deep.
I’ve been working on making it start.
The thick silence ruptures. Tree frogs and crickets climb out,
the night’s throat suddenly open, shrill til dawn.
Working on making it start, again.
This field of the mind is still the same. Yet I have begun
to walk different paths through it.
Friday, September 22, 2017
if you went to a concert would you go to the front row?
I think you're really pretty,
But I focus on the raggae band instead
But I focus on the raggae band instead
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