A screaming Eagle
Has made this life most perfect
It’s not what I saw
Tag Archives: Poetry
fly right: a haiku
Each time I’ve kissed you
You’ve asked me to take it back
And to disappear
green
To lie down somewhere warm
And, but for the new moon, green
Removed from all vice and sound and care
Letting our breath fight the demons
Pretending the other is not there
Unless it gets cold
slumbery
To rest my restless
To slide my arm under the small
And coming this close to it all
Hold on and exhale
Giraffe Pants
Logic
What logic, I argue with God
Who gave me good gifts
Bless-ed me!
I turn and I look
And it is not God
Who argues it’s necessity
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
Cistern
Concede
That you’ll not be he who is held
Resolve
To be holder of all that has life
Know
That He will keep you
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
Everytime Eyes
Every time I look
The light always turns on
And I’ll reach with wonder
To put it out
Hoping
You don’t find yourself
Missing the dark
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