I’m a live wire. I’ve got points
that I make, so maybe
my words are claws that
dig in as my mind digs deeper.
Tag: poetry
Coming
Me and my synthesized psyche,
slowly split, slowly reconverged,
so quick to ensure the safe
connection that we need to survive,
Captioning the Photo
I’ve got all the things I’m supposed to say-
just buried beneath
Unspecified Note
Your good-bye arrives devoid of return address,
all well-wishes and finality.
I do not yet know your meaning of good-bye.
So I check obituaries for ghosts of present, future,
or past, that may never come.
That shifting mirages will haunt my dreams
is my only certainty:
Fathoms
I don’t know that we are quite so mundane as the diamonds,
rare,
nor like the snowflakes:
Unique,
or merely multifaceted?
The light inside our souls’ zones
goes down in shades,
Sugar and Acid
I’m sorry to your craft beer, but I scan the cocktails.
It’s not that I want a fruity drink— I just can’t pass the citrus.
I’ve seen berries turn what’s sweet to sweeter then melt to nothing,
but my mandarin soul could make a stoic pucker.
Sharing the Trash Compactor
The man, whose phrase translates
to my grammar if not my custom,
reassures me literally,
Skinny
Dip with me into the lakes,
immersed in murky water, which covers
how far we
have yet to go.
Trust Displace
If I have said the truth permitted and nothing but the truth permitted,
have you seen, in my navigation of social convention,
my honesty? My openness?
wonder
One of those rare, precious wonders
that makes you want to be alive
for eternity,
for a moment—
Alphabet Ravine 