You Are Here And You Belong

Nectar, nectar, every last drop seeps down my throat, settles somewhere below, I am full, I am a great distance from starvation. Nothing in this place can change the lines on the faces of the aged. So forgotten, the days of rain and simple salutations. Weakened knees persist when nightmares threaten reality, but thankfully I have you near me.

Ferris Wheel

Never before have I viewed the coast from this vantage point. Never before have I many, many things. And everybody is in awe of these defects.

This Is Farm Country

Wine Country Road, guide me on home
To skeleton branches hanging low.
Dusty brown road, whose curves I still know
Why have your vines become overgrown?

Our Galaxy

Lying side-by-side with the world outside calling, we’ll be snoring, a deep winter slumber that lumbers in our chests like a terrible, sluggish freight. The weight rises and falls as we crawl across the floor to greet with a kiss, a labored embrace that mocks the notion of races and speed. We have eternity to perfect this mess we’ve created, and I’m wholly willing to spend every moment until the end seeking the ideal that I’ve seen in my dreams each night since you first said hello.

Another Insomnia Call

When bed frames creak in pitch-black rooms with drawn shades and sleepless occupants, panic seizes watchful eyes. Wide, white, and brimming with want and need, they light up an otherwise sterile space.

Mexican Pharmacy

So much for continued chemical euphoria. The well has run dry.

In Time

Full on fear. Gorged on agitation. A torn blanket covers no one. The rime clings to skin. Goodnight, young flower. May you bloom in time.

A Brief Holiday From Confusion

Warped thoughts lead to bad decisions lead to hurt.
Forced coughs need to ban vision need to flirt.
Coerced laughs read to plant revisions seed to dirt.

Sit Here And Listen To This Love Song

It came again last evening, or the one before, I don’t remember details anymore. So much passion and mumbled words between melding lips. She and I were soldered and unbreakable, but already broken and irreparable. If this notion confuses you, you know nothing, not even a microgram of what vexes me each second of the day.

Sun Sun Sun Goon

Resilient sun, you have disappeared from sight. I was painted on a mural on an eastward facing wall, and you refused to rise this morning. What is the impetus for this continued absence? Why do you choose to hide? The icy gusts may ease the pain of flesh you boiled, but it does not envelop us and lift lift us from the ground, and hold us in a sweet embrace. Not like you do.