I want you to think of me when

He lived in a dirty dish half covered by moss

The worms long reclaimed their governance of that terrain

Rot erupting from the spacee the light still seeps in

Will the end taste this bitter?

You almost had me, it’s true, she said

Having crawled out of that damp cocoon

No better than upon arrival

Only sticky with love

How beautiful the ruin feels

Bones and all

Audacity and Humility

Like a sponge with too many pores

Soaking in every last drop

Drawing out from those seeps in the gut

The root of the matter

And as the ache begins to leak out

Draped in winter’s light

Desire drips from their bones

Eyes want of no countenance

But a timeless echo, resonance

Their forms incarnating again and again

Tangles that cannot be unwoven

As it was a reflection of euphonic utterance

Of truth

Immutable Forms

Who will remind me when the starfish forget

When you stepped on a clamshell, did you know that family would go hungry

Did you see what was under the stone you laid your weight upon

And did the boundless nature of joy provoke your pain

The words you thought merely letters assumed a rhythym and position already

This melody had limits before she even landed

You know, honest things don't get names

A Symphony

The silence was deafening

But not in the ways you'd assume

The only tension was the desire for it

To stay - to hold it close but loose enough to breath

No matter could compare in such enormity

A heaviness but not of weight

Of a craving to hold a scene in suspension

Pausing the progress

Stalling the growth

Like watching a dinner scene

You look away and miss the punch line

But the punch line is someone leaping away, jumping off the cliff, diving in

We Are Our Collection of Things

A space, a crevasse, between desire and reasoning

The pressure had confines, clear lines

When you box up the memories that will eventually decompose into stories you'll one day share

With reverance?

Fondly?

The remaining bite marks and grazes of lip

Still stain subterraneously

How often they push and displace to the surface

I couldn't see you coming

And now, I worry the refrain of your kiss may wash off

How many words does it take to articulate heartbreak?

It would seem infinite, and I could go on and on and on

What allowances provides the unfathomable heaviness of neglect?

How much do I owe and to whom for housing these details?

World Shaped Melon

What are your dreams trying to catch with those outstretched gummy limbs

A bowl holding an oscillating expanse

A tonic not held by all, a remedy

Of specific standards

Preferential

Upholding

Ancient values and principals placed at static attention

The stakes remain quite high

The bodies we made as art are on the line

Although a house is not a home but a square peg trying to fit a round hole