Well, we’ll never!
Have the all
That others have
But when we truly look
We will ever
Have the so much more
Tag Archives: Poetry
Auto Pilot
Why do I
Go hours
Or days
Between checking in
With my me
When to me
It feels
So good
To connect
With my I
Red
From a far away spot
To the center of my heart
I know you’ll find your way
I bet you’ll be an alien
To all I’ve ever asked
Pretend, will you?
As I acclimate
To say that so much stardust
So far
Left me dazed
And more than underwhelmed
Would be the best
Truth
So far
Only Now
Just fly on us
The breath and the birds
Breath
Birds
The breath and the birds
Fly on us
Just
Lack: A Haiku
I am not pretty
When I sleep, or think, or breathe
Or you’d have been kind
Reclaimed Wood
Church bells rang out
At the oddest, before-midday hour
I wondered if it was Sunrise somewhere
As for my ears
Someone gave the order:
I should love myself
Songbirds provided white noise
The bluejay, a lone voice, as if to warn
Then
Momentary Silence
Giving me just enough time
To ponder
Before the banter began upstairs again
Love, bells, birds, cats,
Reclaimed Wood
Light at my bedside
All having their way with my head
Running about, making noise
As relatives do
Why the odd hour
Why the command
Why my fallacious thought
Someone was superior
At holding my heart
I needn’t take care to love me?
Cue the squirrel to my door
But So
Blond BMX brat
I wrote him a mystery
The first boy I went crazy for
I don’t know what for
Day after day did I watch
From my window
My letter in his hands
I wonder what I said
Perhaps it was just my gesture
Each day he pedaled faster
I heard him finally take a guess
He had hope in his voice, or disbelief
No need any more
Wishing, or worse
A third arm
Ambient days and nights every time
Perfect Puerto Rican coffee
Every time
Porch swings that don’t creak
A squirrel who’ll stay long after lunchtime
And you
Open eyes forbid this
But I still break for magic
I Lied
The battle is twofold
And feels insurmountable
Truth comes from the North
And appears as the enemy
Illness attacks at Dawn
And the signal is giv’n
At these intersections, I must choose
And I conclude, I’ll live to fight
Befriend the enemy
And let it slay hope at Dawn
Radio Off
I like others
The way they can sing
About their love
Of another
Don’t stop
I like the voice
In my head, and its pitch-perfect
Singing about
No one and everyone
It won’t stop
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