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i write poetry in my mind, and sometimes on paper.
latest
poem thirty three.
people huddled
in their phones
in their coats
under the eaves
eavesdropping
with rain
falling
look up
poem thirty two.
blue skies
more terrifying than
gray skies
blue is normal here
so you have to pretend to be
too
poem thirty one.
coldplay is drowning
out the neighbors
shouting
screaming
not coldplay
but the neighbors
muffled words
garbled grumbles
are a nightlight too bright
coldplay is just right
good night
poem thirty.
moving a million miles an hour
to a sudden
stop
heart pierced
by a glass wall
and that one thought
a rejuvenating breath
shards in flight
water rippling
in reply to a stone
exploding
transparent
as your emotions lay
a heart on your sleeve
poem twenty nine.
midnight manic
head-splitting
blood-rushing
bliss
the universe in my eyes
turns wildly
as i jolt
and glide
poem twenty eight.
poetic restraint
even silence
is poetry
sometimes
one word
is too much
like typewriter keys
and rain
in the trees
your steady breathing
in place of words
too harsh
i sleep
poem twenty seven.
there are poems in me
only released by writing
in cursive
on a blank
white
sheet
of crisp paper
printer paper
or
cursive paper
in this case
poem twenty six.
between us
there lay a single hair
trudging
through the coarse white canyons
dreaming
of the fine silk
that flowed
at the motel 6
across the street
i woke up 4 times
but it was cheap
poem twenty five.
her arm
extended
to the sky
or the wall
with the proud exhale
of a flamenco dancer
head tilted
sensual
sighing
yawning
turning over
poem twenty four.
the shame
of returning
to where
i once was
same place for lunch
same coffee cup
but not
same cup of coffee
at least
poem twenty three.
too drunk
and suddenly
too sober
to handle
the news
i heard
last week
poem twenty two.
my expectation
of a
moment
seeps into my
exasperated mind
ordinary
analog
sleep
poem twenty one.
i love you
more than
i love the sea
the night begets
a taste
of this whiskey
so warm
as the sultry
gleam
in your eye
poem twenty.
city lights gush
like watercolors
seeping
into the storm’s torment
earthless streets
muddied
poem nineteen.
there are times
i feel
empty
unnecessary to breathe
i forget
numbing turns to buzzing
my hands
my ears
blood rushes
somewhere
late for an appointment
i don’t move
i forget
poem eighteen.
i fell asleep like
a stone in
the sea
kitty paws pressing
against my
pressure points
my mind looping
like handwriting
perfected
poem seventeen.
sometimes i feel
trapped
by sameness
there’s solace in it
the comfort
of the notion
of home
but home
is not a place
it’s a feeling
poem sixteen.
the rain has begun but
it won’t dim my
fire
the movement inspires
the change
but today
the gray
reflects
my mood
poem fifteen.
my smile creases under
my eyes and i
wait
poem fourteen.
i dozed
tear-streaked cheeks
my heart
2093 miles away
my labored breathing
normal
without your constant reminder
even in
silence
i should relax
i believe that words can change the world
