Angel

Wonder why
the wheelbarrow
doesn’t hold more
than one book,
I think it holds many,
a hundred maybe
so many we kept,
so many we have left

Honey

I'm drinking milk and vodka,
my widow tooth is coming in
and I'm missing the point
of the only appointment
and my appointment

Deep dive

I was hurt, burned
so on fire,
so tired,
when you sent me the
blue heart

I began to love you again,
and I begged you without words
for beginning to love me without
blood on your lips.

I've said it, have you?
what you need,
and not what you want, unless
you want to
come up for air today

I can take it if you say it
what you need,
and not what you want, if
you've done a deep dive.

Honestly

Honest—
love you.

I'm in hatred with you, lady


I'm in hatred
what do you
need, time?


I'm living what
you lived through
I want love with you, woman
I want to dance
in the family room.

I never liked to drink

and I never 
even learned 
to drink,

I’d be at a party
and after three 
beers
I’d be sad.
and after seven, 
I felt like 
I was
drinking 
tears. 

I’m in college now,
at thirty,
learning how to drink.
I've got an MA 
already,
what's one more 
final:

it’s 4pm and there are 
three shots left in my 
fifth of Smirnoff vodka 

Diesel and almond joys

The sea floor smells fishy,
it’s like almond joys
and diesel
they don’t know I charge for a hand,
double to hit, three times to win—
the black ink is heavier,
you know
I could
count
the
spades on a ten,
but I’m
only looking for the big one
there’s
something
funny about this,
it’s funny that I’m losing life
I’m losing life and I have nothing to
have for it,
her two blue eyes
her two eyes, green?
I wish I had time to tell you how much I love you,
I wish I had the wherewithal to see that’s what you really 
wanted
I’m so angry at GOD, I want to puke.
I had 1200 dollars to my name and I knew
I was supposed to party. but I kept on grinding away at it,
and I finally did throw up

Lord knows

I hvn crd,
I wsh the floor
eey week.
incorrect

practiced pulling
She Smirked at me
Practice pulling my child behind my back
bicycle
            today
An elderly Asian woman, she wore a green cap
With the brim all the way around, Backstreet Boys
Forest green, and I thought around the turns,
and I noticed I wasn’t more accurate, I was less
And I passed a runner
And I didn’t think to frighten him, I just let off the brakes
a little bit






Fuck cats

Lit-teral-ly kill yourself
if you bele-ive this
but I'm a melan-
cholala.

Homecoming

Do you remember 
the homecoming dress
you wore
to meet me?
fresh off the 
streets of NYC.
fresh out of all
the trouble
in the world.

shaking and shivering
like a newborn.

it was lime green.
you were electric.
you were the most 
beautiful
thing in the 
universe.

Growing up

I'm still a punk,
I won't do my best,
I'm frustrated 
that it's not 
the best.

Sometimes I cry like a breath

Sometimes I cry like I breathe.
I cry like I never knew
how to.
before you I didn't 
like crying
I used to hate 
people who cried,
and I hated myself. 

She laughs

She laughs like a lily,
she laughs,
and she doesn't know it
but this is the only place
in the world
where they grow.

I want to write about her

I always want to write about
the way she sounds
when she speaks
with the colors
of an iris.

lavender, and soft, and flowing
lilting and lifting
the stones from
the great love
buried in my heart.
                

Fourteenth year

Flying saucer
tophat
ship
devil's star
home
moon
sorcery
boat
hourglass
fairy star
Flying
through
your hair,
it's a
busy
bumble-bee
coming
onto
your sweet
scent
of
honey baby,
each and every
strand
is a branch
of
your tree
from
afar and so soft when you're
laying here with me.
I watch the sky flush red
and see his
purple
cries.
man, does he want
a
glance
before the night
rises.
it was just yesterday
when
I wrote
a song for
you said sing to
me, sing if your love is
true,
I can
sing to
the night,
I can sing to
your green eyes,
only so that the moon can be jealous too.
there's
only one
thing I want,
only one thing I
need with you.
and that's us,
just us two,
me and
you.
and forget all
about
the
afternoon
forget who we are
remember the stars,
just remember our stars.

From where they grow

What is more natural
than the galaxies?
what predates the spirals
of your soul,
they are green as the trees
at the grist mill.

though most is darker than we know,
we learn to see
through other eyes
which open—
where we are
is written
in the stars,
and flows from a center
where we will be
is written in our eyes,
when mine are seen from yours
and yours are seen through mine.

The worst time

I had the 
worst time
of my life
as a 
boy who was so
scared
to lose you.

I looked up 
at the stars and aimed,
and shot at
the sky.
I shot at 
the moon.
I shot at 
every dandelion wish 
that I blew.

I'm not scared to lose you anymore.
there's nothing to lose, 
and it was
      the only thing I've ever 
wanted.