Poetry · Writing

static chapter

they’d never believe

the whole story;

it’s too wild-

weak to week;

i knew i was wrong-

for the right reason

i was wrong.

the clock never hit 7pm,

for our sunset-

i remember those nights

they’d never believe

we’d wake

one day

apart

talking about a sunset

together

Poetry · Writing

poison

there is a poison inside me

slithers through my fingers

fang mark lingers

slowly heavy

fist feel heavy

fist feel tightly around your throat

lips feel heavy

fang mark lingers

there is a poison inside me

slithers through our fingers

Poetry · Writing

blue

not the person; i use to be

now- when i see the ocean

i know it’s endless

the color blue, pops more

locks the door

drops the keys

and dances her hands

through crashing waves-

the color blue

her dress was see through

deep blue- a raft of bamboo

paddling an avenue

to you

sky blue to the north

fear of deja-vu

keeping you in my field of view

baby blue.

Writing

all of yesterday

pretty sure i’ve never done anything

& today is the first day i drew breath

the night before, the night before

i gathered materials for a brisket

that brisk evening

we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk

iced tea and a cigarette

all of yesterday

in smoke