words don’t travel as they use to
blocked by mountains
scared of river beds
drowning in wastelands
bringing death, to her knees
singing her song
that sweet
last song
Tag: Lovers
your song
this dream-
the one that calls me in the morning
eats with me at lunch
and crawls into my sheets every night-
i remember our first dance
to Maroon 5 in a gym
now we slow dance to Elton John
i miss my wife
but this life
swipes my throat like a pup’s belly.
treasure;
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
fruit lovers
just a small store
nothing flashy
just enough to get by
selling fruit and a song.
wrote it for you
over a pear
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles
can’t imagine missin’ these days
pjs an waffles
won’t put down the bottle
won’t get outta bed till noon
lets not leave this room
chill on this bed
an stay awhile
cuz damn this breakfast is good
kick back an pull up my hood
kick back an
dream
refugee
fighting away
the urge to fight
just take a flight
find a home
made out of bricks
read about the licks
you missed
in a boat sailing away;
far away
that ain’t very fair
they made you mayor
now they call you traitor
blow your brains out with a lazer
and that wouldn’t phase her
found her drawn in crayons so i traced her
just so i can taste her
later
personalized jack o’ lantern
your sweet song
beckons me closer;
listen to me,
don’t waste a hand on that clock
put your hands up
than down like a prayer
and rip the skin off my flesh,
carve me like the thirty first
dress me up as your favorite dream
sing that song that keeps my ears star born,
don’t stop
call my name
lay on your creation
inked archer
do you remember
when the walls went up,
the security, the safety, knowing no one will ever
get in,
until one archer
with a single arrow
sinks the wall like a rowboat
whistle and a walk
lightworker
you’ll lead the way
will follow;
protector of man-
the earth below her feet; she worships
the ones you will not meet; she notice
electric fingers twirls the air like string
earth given powers, meant as a sign
to bring forth the daily wonder
we walk on without regard;
her gentle roars keeps the power safe,
fangs bear the wicked and worsen-
a tiger guardian, a lightworker.
today; she works as a electrician
bringing light
to those ready.
strange creature/_
between us and
her
just a little space
we can feel it
all
our bodies and yours
we can hear your heart beatin’
through us
nothin’ but star dust
paint on a brush
our universe
make a mold of your hand
on ours
little love can
go real
far.
Saint's Muse 