disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
