Wand

I whitewash this moment
A pull toward neverland
Grasping at fairytale notions
I never took to in the first place

It seems they’ve chased me down
My five year-old me
Waved their collective magic
And deemed I will believe 

Godspeed 

Healing can’t come
Bit by bit, in scraps
As you think it ought
In this place at least 

Healing won’t flow
Warm and unnoticed
And make the heart red again
In places it’d paled

Healing will rather
Be absent and stealth
Then with lightning speed
Jolt you back into place

Boy 

I would

I’d jump into yours

Yours

Despite the syncope

No matter the string-along

I will

I’ll fall into you

You

My drummer boy

My guitar man

Surrender

The creature to be responsible
Hasn’t yet been remade 
But neither it seems to me have I
What purpose this barricade

Those hands believe themselves unsteady still
These two remain tight-clenched

But here is a spot on my shoulder
And there is a place on your breeze
Let details be nothing to care about 
Let fate find its way with ease

got to remain

One lazy sofa chair
The color of toasted hay
To set and stare out with you
There before the picture window
Ella in the air
Louis hamming
A roundest table considers with us
The calm and the busy 
Whatever would we talk about 

Myth Until Then

When in my next life
To be caused to know
What led the learned
Head tilted to wonder

For

The curve of your forearms
The ness of your sinew
The steady of gait despite your bumps and stripes
The all of your being I believe it must be

A most curious creature 

Therefore

I think 
I’d confuse you

My language is littered
With double-negatives
I do it
To keep my mind on its toes 

And my toes 
Stumble strangely 
You wouldn’t expect it 
Given my outward grace

I’ve seen you move
With the speed of lightning 
But I’m slow
To put things where they belong 

I’d confound you
I don’t know why I wouldn’t