i don’t believe
like i used to;
if you can strike down
the gardeners
who will tend to the garden
when the sun beats down
when crawlers feast on roots;
when you strike down the gardeners
who will watch over your tulip field
Tag: Connection
transitional paradox
it’s hard to look you in the eyes
and tell you i failed
when all i want to do
is give you
something to be proud of
faulty timing
shape up or she’ll be gone
listen up, if you were a man
you’d know what’s going on at home
“your” home- nothing but a coward
nothing is what roams these halls
calls to you in the night
reads to you in the dark-
it’s frosty in this bed
our bed
the one we share
just never at the same time
paddle boat
worry rocked the boat
sent lifeless butterfly stroke
to the bottom of the creak;
sleep sleep sleep
little baby
rockaway
trot away
fuck away
little far away down the stream
lifeless cocoon
and an oar.
shy
i know you’re shy
you won’t leave the house without a coat
you won’t answer the phone with a hello
but with a what can i do for you
you won’t lean forward without a wire
you’re a smooth criminal
lucky charms
the boy eats porridge
every morning
never deviates or wanders
never wonders about lucky charms
what is lucky charms doing tonight
who are they with
do they think about me
do they like almond milk or 2%.
never about orange juice
never letting guard down for apples
or other straggle fruits
almond milk or 2%
just porridge,
that’s good enough
elevator
the elevator in your intuition
hasn’t settled on a level
floor by floor
juggling balance and sanity.
buttons on all floors
mashed in
flashed in
fire escape button hit
in a corner
waiting
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
wonder wander trail
i’ve written this a thousand times
told you in a hundred ways
will remember you for ten lives
and love you entierly in this one-
i worry the metaphor will fail you
be lost in a bee hive as i’m covered in honey
rip my chest open with your pooh like claws
and never leave this cave,
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
Saint's Muse 