i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for