poetry

(flowers) part i you sent me flowers and the gesture was kind but soon they’ll die and if you

(waltzing with water) I love to sit by a window and stare at the rain out there beyond the glass

(lightning season) It’s lightning season inside of me I feel the static  electricity, the buzzing, roaring inside my chest,

(questions) Life is as wonderfully confusing as answering “yes” to the question asking, “this or that?” Life is as infinitely

(coffee with cream) when you shed light on my darkness  I won’t illuminate  like sunshine on shadows- instant vibrancy

(my body) my body is an hourglass,  they said they said but my sand is a nuisance,  they said they

(good life) for years now i have had  this daydream, this fantasy  of driving in the car with the music

(beneath a thick layer of frosting)  i didn’t know  my birthday cake was made  out of paper and lit

(far away things) The earthy smell of manure From the cows across the street The falsetto buzz of the small

(disaster) my feet run faster  when they’re running towards disaster  across burning coals,  over massive sinkholes- this path takes