Every Night

I wake up from my dream
but you're not there lying next to me
So I close my eyes, I take a breath
and fall back
into mystery

The Other Night

The other night I brought home a lie
I fed it some truth and then said goodbye
It did not stay out long
for like a song
its melody
    was etched
           in my mind

The Squirrel

"What the fuck"
Said the squirrel to the tree
"You ain't got no nuts for me?
"I've been standing for two damn days.
Cough 'em up you greedy bastard"

But the tree said nothing.

For the tree was not a tree
But was in fact a lamppost
That the squirrel in his drunkenness
Had confused for a tree

February

I sat down and asked a girl for heart
Instead she gave me mine
Something for which I had not thought to ask
Because I didn't realize it was my heart
I was missing

Untitled II

Self-importance weighs me down

Misery lines my pockets

Being a martyr is easy

When you have everything to lose

There are no messiahs here

Walking around today

Giving up the ghost

            Leads one to a host

Of empty graves

Insecurity sells the image commercial sexuality the provider

If truth is found subconscious let my conscience be the writer

Meaning is obtrusive Interpretation is a chore

My potential a glass ceiling

            Actuality the floor

Untitled

Read my life

In a whirl

Confusion swirls

In cups of meaning

Which I have not yet taught to myself

From a book on my shelf which protects understanding

Deliberately lost in a court case longstanding

The sleeve on my heart not withstanding

The levity lodged in my mind

Artistry blind though poetically wind

Through halls of learning kept in time

With poetic thought and sleight of line

Strawberries

there is a vision in front of me

I have not been told its name

It reminds me of a dream I’ve yet to have

And a place I’ve yet to see

Its quiet serenity calls to me

Like fresh strawberries dipped in cold whipped cream

Like the longing for fresh strawberries dipped in cold whipped cream