Sunday, December 21, 2014

December 21, 2014

All of the words are already there
like stars masquerading
as low hanging fruit
I only reach to pick them and hand them to you
you love the taste
when they come from my hands
so I pick and I feed you
words like stars
so you have the universe
inside your mouth

Saturday, December 20, 2014

December 21, 2014

I'm always with you alone, 
or alone with you
one much more than
the other
And I'm wondering if you
are a repeat, a coda, 
back to the beginning, 
my very own recidivism.

same thing, same thing, same goddamn thing

Bite, continued.


I'll turn your teeth to headstones
in the graveyard I've been building
You can join the others

and I will dig the graves

Friday, December 19, 2014

December 19, 2014

Maybe it's hard to look, sometimes
for too long
at something that looks so much
like running away
and coming home

at the same time

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

December 16, 2014

There's an alternate universe where this is easy. where we aren't bound by responsibilities, finances, or geography.  Where maybe we meet in our 20s instead and there's no waiting for months or counting days or frustrating attempts to reach through a screen. But when everything that's difficult in this world is eliminated, somehow it's clear it doesn't work. Those versions of us simply pass in the night. Our pasts have given us experience and the clarity to know who we are. Our responsibilities taught us how to evaluate what matters and what we want most. Our failures and shortcomings taught us not to promise what we can't deliver. And so in all those flaws, imperfections, and impossibilities, we unknowingly stacked the deck in our favor. Every love of someone else sent us hurtling through time and space toward each other. I promise that in every universe, I find you. But it's in this one that we win.  

Thursday, December 11, 2014

December 11, 2014

Dispose of talk of diamonds
Desire like ours must be met with meteors
Shelve your  promises
Instead
Flame across the sky for me like a comet
Come  every 50 years if you must
But light the entire sky
And if you should fall to Earth
I will find you
Out in a field somewhere
Or wedged recklessly in some old lady's roof
Throwing dust over the relics in the attic
Thrust from the heavens and grown cold
Then I'll keep you in my pocket
And every so often toss you high above my head
So you remember what it was like to fly.