The Problem Is
The problem is that we’ve let it drift. When you leave Love to the moon-eyed It will always go wrong in the end. The ones with mist about their bones Who let their thoughts...
Tagged: poem
Diary from an Empire
1/4 rage in Ferguson their hands up they shout don’t shoot our empire bides 2/4 Brown robbed the store a curfew for Ferguson not the empire more by JUN HUA EA
On My Feet
On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...
The Rite (II/III)
Morning ascended – we climbed in the minivan to open shop, as you, and she, had done for years without lapse. I had coiled the night in angst – dreading the future I extruded....
Devil in the Details and God Everywhere Else
You’re camped out on my tongue; Radiating divine patience, Beatific compassion, Or whatever it is you are wont to do. Though you make your presence known, In moments of extremism, Riding on the back...
The Rite (I/III)
It remains immediate like fresh abrasion – the night yowls of rage crashed at us. I raced the stairs to find her retracting defiantly, as you stomped forward, two bulls bellowing wrath at the...
Untitled – One Drive
I am tongue-tied Also loving Also loving times saved (How many?) Many more times to be saved Lastly, that love on the desk Begging to moan Begging (How many?) Stripes earned Also loving Oh-so...
No Light Thing
You held my heart as a red balloon turning the string within your fingers absentminded in your abilities as if air could be contained by single knot and rubber red string begetting trapped self...
Go Ahead, Release
Something new always feels familiar Set that table cloth down over The edges you feasted by Sunlight manages to get shot Of dripping honey Get distracted by the sweet And I’ll get away with...
