Slain

slain in the spirit unexceptional and inarticulate funneled trepidation half-decision dimly lit mirror for caricature marked and delineated exaggerated and itinerant ragged crow self-insufficiency lost and withdrawn selective sultry-songs erstwhile we are prone to wander prone to leave the God I love but still welcome into Zion

Alphabet

love seems like a never-ending staircase a hospital waiting room and what was the accumulation all these ticks and silences? was it only a sacred sigh of spent hours and wasted hours chartering pirates looting with coins in their eyes skimming the surface but never casting anchors or mooring at any harbors I always seem…

Sufjan Stevens

Finger droppings Quick and perfectly executed Gentle and calming Like raisin cakes On a porch Sunday morning And lemonade With hysterical Laudable Beseeching A simple, infantile song And intimate crooning Sighing infinitely Beyond the time space continuum

Forbear

i cannot forbear or quell this eastern swelling wind restrained in this sanctum to reign by the nape of it's neck is this incessant itch and annoyance with no relief to populate and multiply often I burn out this lantern and waste seed on pallid skin and pixelated eyes on apparitions prone to dissipate this…

The River

Running through knee high grass moss and stones padded two peach trees my forbidden trees summer the most beautiful season following the path I only know here lies a wooden work out machine an oak split in half, innards split out the path leading down the river where frogs and snakes were caught where fat…

Leaving

leaving separating is cutting a line and watching itself untangle like a fuse lit starting over accumulating laughter, grievances, nuances practicing and curing familiarity uncovering acceptance friendships that seemed more ancient leaving is restarting

Some day

some day we'll all crawl out of these holes into the sunlight at mid-day some day we'll see light in darkness all the stars play connect the dots rename the constellations into our own mythology some day we'll make some sense of random and see that beauty that no eye has seen and no ear…

Gnaw

We gnaw meat off the bone Seeing how fire transforms We slept in the afternoon And waited until the night was in full bloom aloneness is my only customer books and shows time measures family calls barometers short conversation exchanges are my daily bread sometimes I starve