luna

this was once a daydream

punch drunk madness

dilated passages

skirt flairs

you have transformed my lines

with flashes of soft reaching out

drowsy movement of hands

see how pious I have become

my luna

spinning in darkness

with the calculations of orbits

my daydreams

have surpassed

wanting is the shadow

clean and clear stars
received the dreams collected
begins into air
like flares over enemy skies
years they will burn
brighten and glow
a passing moment
in thoughts to come
shoot shoot shoot
those without will chant
with a hand over our eyes
and a song in our ears
I have stolen a glance
and missed the trick
wanting is the shadow
the beast on my back

observer

observer, observer. you see what I see but more because you don’t see me.

joo joo bees

the everyday jostling for position

the always never there

oh it’s so true that this could be good

drip

there’s a dripping above me
from a body like rain
it feels like electric antenna skin
I think of better times
Her golden, me brown
we mix a pot of green and the night is stolen
with her hands in a strange place
and someone asking if you’re really feeling it

e⋅del⋅weiss

I’m spinning into the fire
which was once hotter than the sun
which once was a part of me
rising from the tips of my spears
now I burn
slowly at first
but wilder with every passing moment
it dances around me
licks at the edges of pages
slips through fingers and mouths
until I have only words
words to sooth, words to love
everyday words to cry

mornings

I have not had enough of you

shape shifter

I’m a shape shifter,
it makes me nervous like sweating when you aren’t
I can see the strange in their eyes when we encounter
maybe it’s a phase shift,
jumping from lit square to lit square
the holes in between disguising abyss
I want to squeeze it all out and see the rise of excitement
yesterday I cried you when they pulled my skin and asked,
“who are you fighting for?”
today I will be universal

191 Miles

you are off my grid
and I’m only 2 out of 5

ocean nights

so I’m broken,
I already knew but read to find out if it’s true
I’m in ten thousand million pieces,
all together, all lost, all smoke and dazzle
you like puzzles and mysteries
smiles with no edge
you fly without years on your back
with shoulders pointing past the common
so this is not contrived
so this is passion
heaven and earth
words made up and saved up for the day you return