Poetry · Writing

three women – thank you

you watched me fall

you watched me climb, still watching

i know in her visions i am never stopping

a workhorse, mane and all

and i thank you for that:

dreaming on days when i can’t sleep

moving forward when my feet feel like concrete

living when i wasn’t sure how too

and i could never repay you-

 

i find myself wondering where you are,

if you’re still in the same city, playing the same guitar:

i left on a broken down car in the middle of a storm

lost in memories, in a jeep, with a ghost and you

no phone, no address, no one

a seven on my arm drawn in charcoal

the same one i drew on a casket not an hour earlier

and i haven’t seen you since

i hope you made it out of the storm too-

 

i love you- with only nine lines i couldn’t begin to explain

the light that i see in you, it is blinding

and i don’t need my mask, exposed to all of you;

it feels fucking great

your body in my hands warms my soul

my heart beats out of my chest when you’re near

and it’s been like that since you’re light touched me-

you’ll change the world, you’ve already changed mine

 

thank you

 

 

 

Poetry · Writing

podium lows

can’t finish first every time

you’ll finish short

and watch someone else cross your finish line-

i know

i know you can’t win them all but you were the one

so this one hits harder

everything feels so much farther

just watch the podium

this one wasn’t yours

they’ll talk about it for a week

and you’ll be gone

but be back

it was just one race

Poetry · Writing

life of echo

practice makes perfect

perfect is how i see you

you are part of a dream i live

live on a mountain with only your echo

echo the night where you taught me how to live

live to see the beauty of you

you are the beauty i watch so perfect

perfect how i feel when we practice

Poetry · Writing

kinetic theory of heat

have it playin’ every day repeat

livin’ on my mind can’t delete

here for the front door not the back street

all these feeling i got are real not abstract baby concrete

soft sheets rip up the receipt feeling on my heartbeat

have it playin’ every day repeat

hold the key give a down beat

this view is amazing , gave me the window seat

down and out never admit defeat

holding down the fort never scream retreat

have it playin’ every day repeat

Poetry · Writing

clear vision – answering machine

i never ran away with doubt

danced with greed

or slept with fear,

it was always clear vision-

no second thoughts of where i needed to be

who i needed to be

i have seen them laying and waiting

for me to slip up;

but i have left them behind

feet no longer on the ground

cut a whole in the boat they’ve all drowned

snuck out at night never made a sound

and they won’t see my number again on that answering machine

they’ll see me from a distance with you

jealous talking shit, but i’ll never split

 

Poetry · Writing

capture still

i worry i will run out of things to write about

run out of emotions or events

a friend asked me about it

i never thought about it

just cocky shit just here all about it

truth is- i see the art everywhere i go

a color in a store a shirt passing by a couple holding hands

a day ago a year ago-

my favorite, i will write about the same event in different ways

different metaphors different emotions

like a camera at a new angel

always capturing myself

a still in time

Poetry · Writing

only class

i know you,

i have read all about you from the books you have lent me

from the tv show episodes i binge watch every night before bed

front of the line for the movie adaptation that we hope will be good

and if it is not- i will still love it

show up early to your classes

stay after for office hours-

not worried i would fail the class,

just want to know everything

Poetry · Writing

kiddle

seen it before

this is the part of the story were i start a fire;

same book, different page-

so lets burn the book

set fire to nights reflecting on those pages,

stay up all night and write new ones

laugh a little more love a lot harder

let you know that i will never run away

never be the one to be consumed by fire

i have been so tired

of this book- seared pages- same ending- new flames

not this time,

i am not the human tourch

or controlled by these fears-

we will write a new one

call it the kiddle

so no fire will come close

Poetry · Writing

the charm of a scale

i never have to tell you

but i always want to remind you

the way you speak reminds me of a river creek

subtle and calm holding me tight in the center of your palm

the charm of a scale- always in balance no force no malice;

the way you love- secret to your sauce isn’t three spoons of sugar

it’s your hands through my hair like a comb here or gone

i’ve never felt so at home

beat of your heart moves my train and your lips are the fuel

never cruel a precious jewel and it’s all in your eyes

and i’ll never part ties

Poetry · Writing

living on saturn-

brisk breeze is a pattern

bringing bad news is your pattern

can’t catch a break find me on saturn

never coming back to earth it is a disaster

it is the end i guess

the earth looks flat from up here

tear in my eye end of fears

no worries from humans

when humans never existed

twisted-

i never worried about the end

it will come when it comes and i will have front row seats

meeting me in the lobby

and i am gone;