perish. the back of a billboard read- perish. lined in black paint and red letters the chalk outline read- perish. i didn't know martin- that's what i decided to call him for he has no name other then- perish. a lasting snapshot across two metal pipes a slapshot in my memory filed under- perish. i… Continue reading martin
Tag: Connection
all in the eyes;
i see tomorrow in your eyes as i stare deep into the morrow hands entangled stars spangled this is freedom; i see shadowless plains flowers in vases paintings of cotton candy a type writer by the window newspapers on the table- i sometimes see neighbors i sometimes see a river; a stream and a swing… Continue reading all in the eyes;
place holder
don't let me get in the way like a door stopper just take your time; but we see the inside joy and love all in a single package that isn't on sale when I go to Target but it is here, trying to sign the papers to take part but their eyes will take me… Continue reading place holder
level up – 27th club
chalk it up to good luck made it without mac this is what he was afraid of see what i am made of i wish you could see what i became you joined the club last week just walking knees now it's me survived on a breeze nowyour heart is at ease- the man that… Continue reading level up – 27th club
with boba
standing- one no- two hundred people and where ever we go i see their faces dust on my tips traces of their existence gone in a flash and all we can do is spend a morning in mass begging for safe passage begging for safe travel for them, right, or to rid the guilt from… Continue reading with boba
a lot
after you've lost your job and the world is crashing what will you have; when the night is swerving down the highway with a half empty glass what will you have; fresh off the books heading down the tunnel toward a chair and a needl what will you have; remembering those few days rowing down… Continue reading a lot
tango
tomorrow isn't soon enough the days grow long and the nights extend past peak and i am weak sick of the weeks and the days the hours taunt me from their straight arms dancing around in circles frequent buzz and bling and another thing when tomorrow finally decides to grace the dance floor upon your… Continue reading tango
on the side of a mountain
i crave you like a climber to the mountain every ridge, a slow march every ridge, a climb in rhythm every ridge, a climb in rhythm in rhythm every inch traveled a craving only you can fill a craving of you a climb in rhythm
handouts
didn't ask didn't get lessened learned
you:you
i spent the whole day thinking about you writing poems about you, you in my last life it was you in this one it will be you, you never take a pause you are the shinning star you, you are the center of it all you are the spring in these sneakers you, you come… Continue reading you:you
Saint's Muse 