bony knees

bony knees and thank you, please manners that ebb and flow joints that were never assembled correctly her words had never matched her person and it was becoming clear as to why she was a mixture a compound of several other people of characters in books their poetic personalities pressed between paper of English or…

Graduated high school so now I’m panicking

We sprint to the ice cream truck, Reaching for some sense of nostalgia We race through the streets, our bare feet burning on hot asfault, salt water dripping off our soaked swimsuits We grab at time, hoping it will slow Hoping we can take it by the collar, Look it in the eye and command,…

attempted murder

a single crow a lonely whistle blows and blows and blows no one says a word except the old man with fingerless gloves and all he whispers is, Attempted murder

Still Frames from Her Room

I always wonder what he sees, what version of the story the room tells him. What I see is a basket of Miles Davis CDs and my Kello Kitty player next to my bed, what I see is the only thing that lets me sleep at night. But I think the only ballad the still sings…

Shiver and Shake

hold your breath count your change something’s coming coming this way if you light a candle and blow out the dark then maybe you’ll dream of somewhere less stark a penny hits the floor your hands grope for the door there are snakes at the love feast i told you so, someone whispers i love…

Checkers and Chess

every option open every space available Rome wasn’t built in a day Neither were her strategies Someone forgot to have a son Someone forgot to tell her no Now they need a ruler and she likes how the crown frames her face is playing the damsel and act or her lifestyle?   * * *  She has…

My human time

My human heart is much too fast For your love and your care My human mind is much too slow to grasp Your hand and your feelings My human skeleton is much too weak to hold up Your opinions and your soul My human time is running out Why can’t I ever say no? ((Inspired…

thoughts in one spot dont make much sense 1/21/19

You cloud my head but can you really get lost in heaven? can bliss be oh so toxic can happiness taste so bitter I lost control but its a straight road and the headlights aren’t doing such a bad job of lighting up this dark and dusty road. fake pretend will suffice for now so…

Dreamy I guess

He worked at the strawberry stand But his lips tasted more like tangerines He kept his eyes down and his voice soft But if he met your gaze or matched your tone You’d be caught off guard by the sun rays and honey that were trapped in both. Slender fingers and rough skin You wish…

the idea thriving  or barely surviving

ill keep the notion alive the idea thriving or barely surviving either way. ill keep you bright in my mind by writing it on paper then i cant be lonely but you can still leave me like you wanted a win-win situation i think