Poetry · Writing

Leon

a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

den of 2013

the scoreboard is still up

broken down over the years

it has been awhile

you’ve been hiding

i know you’re still kicking

i can see the fog like breath from your den

i can smell it;

old stained blood eyes

you must be waiting for my back to turn

but i am done with you

i know you will stay

but that was our last bout

this won’t be about

you anymore

Poetry · Writing

amphibian library

i always here:

“where did you go?”

face plastered on milk cartons

at the local college poster boards

whispers at the taverns-

i heard he’s in miami now,

settled down

stable job

sings songs on the pier to the birds

or

he’s a frog

spends half his time in the sea

the other half in a zoo for you to visit,

i am right here,

every night you know where to find me

curl me up in your palms

but i won’t purr like before

like god you left a long time ago,

you can’t expect a warm welcome

healthy exchange

where did i go,

i left your intrest circle

so you spun me out

i am right here

singing songs on piers

swimming at the sea

writing poems somewhere in between

where i’ve always been

Poetry · Writing

rain god

this isn’t a game

but we play like one

take your ball and run

whenever you don’t like the outcome

couldn’t live without one-

the rain;

i remember it being, lighter

walking through it

hands as an umbrella

a scene i remember

in a novella

‘wants only go so far

without the time’

Poetry · Writing

final exam

i failed you

an exam i missed

to hide away

to blow these streets

leavin’ our sheets

retail feats

knock me off my feet

fallin’

failin’.

your eyes are subtle reminders

that these ties were never crossed

left on eye level finders

and lossed-

one day i will forgive myself

just not on this calendar

circle a time

when the clocks hands are down

when i can see my own eyes

in your reflection