Wednesday, April 12, 2017

teacher's lament I

I don't know if I can do this again

Those boogers
Those pixies
Those little fireworks 

Have burned enough holes in my heart

Squeezed enough hugs from my bones

Only a fool would think
It gets easier to let them go

(It doesn't)

blue dog

The day you died
Blue Dog fell
I don't know how
A favorite painting knows
When its admirer has departed
But I swear
He knew
When I saw the loosened nail
And his portrait
Face down
In reverence 
Across your chair

super bloom (for californian lovers)

You're not crazy
He cared about you
He just
Didn't
Care
Enough 
He gave you sun
Without rain
So you think you are a desert
But
What you don't know 
Is that tomorrow the torrent will cleanse you
And under your skin
Your thirsty seed
Will rise
A Super Bloom

Saturday, April 8, 2017

once i reached for the stars

No

Actually 

Yes

You confessed
When I asked about tattoos 
You pointed to three dots
Pinpricks
A quiet trinity around your head
A constellation across the map of your skin
I touched one black star
A reminder that once
Your body waged war inside of you
Once
You were marked on the operating table
Once 
You suffered 
And survived
I thought they were the loveliest tattoos 
I'd ever seen
And now
When I lay my head upon its only pillow 
And gaze longingly at evening's stars
They all seem too bright
They all seem too far
Like you
What I would give
To kiss your dark stars
Goodnight 


Saturday, April 1, 2017

my broken heart is still your home

So
It's just you and I 
Again
I said 
To God
When the other gentleman 
Walked out of my heart
And left us with enough space 
To do cartwheels 
And repaint the walls
And see each other from every crack
Of rainbow light
Seeping through its still pulsing skin
A promise
After the flood
Where the new landscape seems
Quiet
And strange
And my patience is tried
By its slow fertility 
So
Here we are
Again



Saturday, March 11, 2017

no beggar

I feel our bond is breaking 
Like a trampled flower
Before it even blooms
The truth is
We were a bastard seed
The truth is
You were born to poverty
Twice over
And I 
I know the wealth I hold
Under these pauper's clothes
I thought I would gently undress
Lest my riches blind you
Lest you feel unworthy
Because no one is worthy
But you are a strange sort of thief
Who would not steal my heart
Not when I gave it to you on a silver platter
Not when I wrapped it in gold
I suppose I'm to blame
For wearing a disguise 
But alas
I am no beggar 

therapy

If these tears could speak
What would they say
He asked
Before the torrent 
Continued
To rage
Before he uttered 
I give up
Before I realized
My tears never spoke to me
And I felt my own
Betrayal