I am the godsend
Who flew them to you
You won’t think to thank me
What learning you’ll do
We shan’t leave this life
‘Til this truth finds the mind:
Fairytale thinking,
That must stay behind

I am the godsend
Who flew them to you
You won’t think to thank me
What learning you’ll do
We shan’t leave this life
‘Til this truth finds the mind:
Fairytale thinking,
That must stay behind

One dangerous day this has been
People are drowning
To my naïve eyes
I thought to reach in
Then found that they’re fine
I am thankful but drowning my friend
I love you
Don’t tell anyone
Since exactly a bit after half past 1am
When I was awakened
I have been waiting for daylight
To tell you
And now in the night again
It feels late
But it’s time
I told you
Good Night
Scouring the shops for retro playthings, been-used books and classic, gently-worn threads
I find whimsy
Somehow the hit songs from even this and last year’s summers seem broken, dusty and worn-through at the knees
I’m left thirsty
Used, non-sensical songs creakily playing broken, dusty, worn words, reminding me
Of the lies I said to myself to survive at about thirteen
I’ve survived…I believe, and I want this: new songs
No matter the fear
Or the depths of the madness
I honor my friends
7 Little Haiku Truths
I’ve been deciding
Between such fanciful words
Or just a “Thank You”