How poetic, buildings so tall that they
Scrape the sky; and what falls out?


As many forgotten as pennies on the
Floor, how many for your thoughts?

Lazy whispers of air, I think these
Hotel rooms are a blur of tan walls,
Emerald carpet, and stray thoughts.
Vacancy is an illusion, things are
Filled to the brim and beyond, an
Apology and odd ends that fray
Like rope—I want to twist back to
A time where my body was pure
And the desert air felt full. Could
You even fake it? I’m not sure I can.

There in a cloud, where the street exists
Four feet at a time and curves at every pause
In natural speech, she was with me. And,
She was with me in such a way that we both
Knew we were safe, that the crest would
Never stop kissing us with fog. It was comfort
To stare at the road and feel like I was
Staring at her sun kissed skin, to feel like she
Was also this smooth incline with an
Absolute promise to take my breath away and
To remind me of how alive I really am.

She’s every road that hugged that mountain,
She’s every breeze cool as water begging to fall,
She’s every tree with vibrancy and composure,
She’s every cliff daring me to sit on the edge,
She’s that final view that fills me up before I go home,
She’s that last righthand turn before she leaves
And gets inside because
She is home.

Sunlight ceased by the sprinkling rain
And I still taste the plum Sake and I can
Smell last night’s slip-away dream

Between you, my followers, and I, this beautiful woman is the subject of a good amount of my poetry and we went hiking today. :)

Friction, siren, motor, closure,
Cycle, stifle… insanity, however
Small the wound, the words fill
It all the same. Irreplaceable
Kind of grace, it’s so bland to
The eye but it’s muscle and
The unbreakable to the brain.

Language gets cruel after 1 am,
Words like failure, skinny, lonely,
Faded, fallen, shallow, and lost
Soak into the brooding of a past

Peerless fear,
I know, has encapsulated your mind,
And I swallow your lies like dry pills.

I comply with your anti-cathartic motion.

I’ll never speak of it, never push
To hear you say

Note to self—it is just my delirium.

Lay Down at Last

Greet me there
In the splinter of my bones
And in the passing of my
Last time, oh, it’s your
Name that is
Promised to that last

For my speechlessness,
I hope you place a rose
And tell my everstill body
It was a thing to dream of
Because it held your hand
And because it spoke to

Your heart…


Comely eyes and kingly lust,
Tell me, do you get lost in the luster
That is the sparkle of headlights distorted
In the reflecting glass of the buildings
We drive by in a nighttime drizzle?

I get that feeling, when I look through
Your eyes, skeleton of a city being washed
By the peaceful sky—it’s magic of the plain and
I feel it like the glow of wet asphalt, I feel it
Like the glimmering of shallow puddles.

Ugly and Pretty

Share your thoughts like needlework,
I want your history sewn into my skin
Because I like your fingertips drifting
On the taught flesh that reacts, always,
To your gaze and the vibrations of your

I soaked it in, I remember the French
Your grandmother spoke to you, and
The unpolished shame of how your
Cousin touched you—life’s a craze and
I’d take it’s direction if it leads us back

Identity Crisis


For a while I tried
To be better, for you.

Then I tried to just be
A better me (for you).

Now I just try to be me,
For me.

I wrote this some time ago, but it is as true as the day it was written.

Shadow takes hold of the bend
And flesh is cupped in palms and fingers,
The air grips a gasping lung but he
Grasps a still neck. The girth gives throb
But the lips give back what it took.
Bodies arch onto a bed like tree limbs touch
Earth, the pacing hearts take refuge
In an indifferent moonglow but he says
Your physique is godliness and
That tongue is an omnibenevolent dream.


You came as seduction,
And softly needed in my

Evaporation and Thereafter

Lingering cloud, if my fingers
Could touch you—clapping thunder,
I’ll never hug you. The flashing
Of your violet veins, I wish I could
Kiss you. And you coat the sky,
Shade the short grass and yellow
Flowers, a highway dreamland
Cuts through my home state but
There’s no path to you. There
Is no end to the horizon, only the
Sun graces your body, only a
Moon watches you drift, only the
Stars whisper loveliness into
Your ears until you dissappear…