When the morning calls, Sweat-soggy pillow underneath A bare scalp, Fugue-state shaved in the shower, I dress myself, Cinch a necktie like a Q-collar To protect my head From the concussive rememberances That besiege my chest. When the heart is fond, It rampages through the body, Even after it's hur...Read more

When I ask you to picture "weather," Do you feel the weight of dark clouds? Envision their tears cut from electric veins? Why not imagine a sun-kissed afternoon?

So long as you I collide we will always be two halves of the very same heart that beat...Read more

On average, the Earth is slowing down. Regular shifts in core density, Gravity distribution, lunar friction, Glacial melting, and temperature change All amount to about 1.8 milliseconds For every century of rotation. It's not negligible. In 200 million years A single Earth day Will be close to 25...Read more

i don't know if you pick your scabs if you're the kind of person that walks right into hell because choosing pain is like flicking a toothache with your tongue and making a cocktail from leftover liquor because the air tastes foul like it's the obvious choice to close your throat with scar tissu...Read more

Somber stillness settles like silk Bedsheets overstretched on the yard. Next to me, your rocking chair creaks The tally; and I am leaking Out of swollen eyes, and my breath Expels heavy clouds, losing heat. I cannot look up, but I see In the splinters a chasm grown. If only you would lay on me, Ou...Read more

How brightly stars are left to shine, Shine behind the curtains of my eyes— Eyes that nightly watch your silhouette Silhouette, in turn, the world's skies; Skies that pit you against Orion (Orion will always lose the belt), Belt together the seams of space. Space is not so scary with you there. Th...Read more

Stay Little Butterfly, And sway with the Wind.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow: Each as perpetually empty as this glass. Dry, or dirty, or wet, or vodka over gin— That forsaken day is but an hourglass, Repetitive, and as costly as my sin. Yesterday, and yesterday, and yesterday: This bartop counter did not feel as small. Mixing disparat...Read more

Contemplate the Tao; Consider your inner Buddha. Consult the teachings Christ once bestowed, Coupled with Mohammed's words; Centralize the pagan tradition— Complete yourself and be free.

I wonder if places can recall How deeply I was enthralled By the lifting crinkle of your nose, And how I met your eyes with awe. If they do, how much did they see? Do you suppose they think of you and me In the booths, on the benches, together— Always together, how we'd always be? Did they noti...Read more

Tip-tap; Fingers rap Together metronome Stop-gap. Crazy thought Anxiety wrought Tum-pop. Peace bought. Tip-pat Mind-body chat. Fight and flight Tit-tat. Escape room Everywhere costume Tet-tut. Sudden doom. Tip-tap; Chest slap. Still here Twisted trap.

Your words are like acupuncture. Healing taxed by pin-pricks, Stabbing at my self-image because, Like acupuncture, they were useful While something was wrong with me. But I have moved beyond recovery. Thank you for the reconstruction. Thank you for my new vitality, For my fresh and hunting sexua...Read more

Paint-stained fingers Stamped my heart forever, Always. Yours.

Suppose there's an end To the suffering The World imposes. At the meeting place Between two hearts, Suppose there's a beginning To the story of your life In the middle chapters Some other author Has already penned. Suppose it's not for you To decide where the Flow of your love Will be, come Janua...Read more