rainy day

blemished skin by the humidity that passes. the clouds look so careless, they leave as they came, swirling into itself before it crawls on forward. the sky holds and the sky lets go. your eyes pull and they push and i let go. waters fill into every crack on the asphalt. droplets pounding against the pavement, creating music as it hits the plastic of the umbrella with tiny little fists knocking insistently. i don’t insist. i fall over gently and join the queue heading into the sewers. the tires swish about the leftover rain, propelling them onto those waiting to cross corners, waiting to wait for the bus. i’m a little raft on my own, my spirit is sanitized with each prayer, the dark shields me from the sky, the tunnel filters us out. the promise of paradise is nothing to aim for. paradise is the breeze playing with your hair. i close my eyes. if i try hard enough i become the sky.

the pond

time is water. the pond is a mirror and a door. once it flowed over and the droplets felt like rain on my knuckles. you shouted but i couldn’t make out the words. but your lips looked so pretty moving. you became a statue that moved and then retreated back into the frame. time froze you under a sheet of ice, it mirrored the sky and on occasion my searching face in pursuit of yours. the curtained water, melting as the summer is well under way. you make it through one more time. your hands reach out, your arms peel away from the water and they reach my face. i am the anchor that pulls you up and the daydream is real. your lips are real, your face is real, you are real. a kiss hello and a kiss goodbye. you retreat into winter, you lay still. you wait for my feet to unhinge from the ground and climb into the water with you. so soon, oh soon, i just can’t seem to learn to swim.

serving size

have a dream in a cup
well sugared
oh no sugar?
no sugar
have a dream in a cup
filled to the brim
too much?
not enough?
let it spill
cascading over your dry skin
feeling the wet
feeling the realness
of a dream
have a dream in a cup
foam kisses your lips
now you’re in love
let it seep down into your soul
let it graze the corona of your personal sun
and keep that dream in your cup
don’t allow it to fall into a void
don’t let it near a black hole
pour it out when you had enough
but pour it out over a mouth
don’t let your dream go to waste
let it nourish someone else
have a dream in a cup
and see the measure of your days

at the universe’s last ledge

at the edge of the edge
i couldn’t bring my toes to touch the end
at the edge of the edge
watching the ridges of mountains
and then with my hands
crinkled them between my fingers
at the edge of the edge
i couldn’t bring my body too close
at the edge of the edge
the waters static
the waters not giving off their usual fragrance
am i not real?
am i not breathing?
at the edge of the edge
an old man said
‘put your hands on god’s railing
and look down at the world’
but the world crumpled between my fingers
but the world made me feel unreal.

markings

walking through unpaved roads, the trees, yes the trees break the ground with their roots- I am here
pacing myself, watching the clouds, the scent of cinders linger in the air, like snakes the smoke slithers but dissipates and the feeling holds me- I am here
stopping in the middle of the middle, a breeze waltzes along and the leaves with their round of applause loosen the feeling- I am here
cinders and left over rain crawling between cracks of a newly formed universe, and my soul ignites- I am here

too obscene

chunks of leaf bitten off
teeth stained green
and a smile
the bitter taste feels real
the bitter taste is real

slathering mud over the lips
the rain left you something to sieve
and in it you feel
and in it you are

sauntering over the evening
the dusk is only a kiss
and a smile
the sweet taste feels real
the sweet taste is real

where have they all gone?
the morning won’t dawn
and you’re left asking the green
for a dance but your human is too obscene

Brian, I Know

The reflection staring back at me
Shattered just by a few words
Oh Brian the girl you knew
Left me at the turn of a corner

The sweetness licked clean
By the fires blazing from those eyes
Oh Brian people change
When they get bruised over and over again

Your heart may break
But mine rots within me
With the memories that won’t fade
But don’t cry Brian, don’t cry

You can find me in every sad gaze
The reflections of lightening over rivers
I move between the veils now
Oh Brian find me in your dreams tonight

Waterfall

Such sorrow tumbling down
Racing through the rubble of the past
Upturning the dust of dried blood
The scabs opening
And the sorrow pulling at the skin
Tumbling down through the hours
And the days turn to months
The months disappear through a mouth
A scream seething through the broken chest
Caging the heart that shrieks
A bird caught between the ribs
As the sorrow pummels through the ground
The soul unraveled in its wake
Such sorrow seeping in the dirt
Turning into a river, overflowing the lakes
Running towards the sea
And staining the ocean
What’s the color of sadness again?
Grey and blue
And the waters roll, tense and relax
Nothing out of the ordinary
Sorrow falling from me
No different than water crawling towards the sea

They Say

You learned to open your mouth just a little
The steps follow you
You take their words into your loom
And weave the static into knots
And you open your mouth just a little
Even as they expect you to pout
Lips lather the tripping toads
That follow you croaking their words
You take those murmurs into your womb
And grow the knots that eventually spill out
Open your mouth just a little woman
There’s nothing you can offer
Everything has been made
No one needs your meddling.

Mornings

Sour scent of sleep
hunger and craving
the sweetness of a smile
fading in a dream.
Love has become fiction
made up of words
building of scenes
that never manifest.
The sour scent of sleep
your hunger and craving
the bitterness of realizations
brightening in the reality
You’ve become a fiction
a lie on a lie
made up of words
and borrowed emotions.