When will I
have the chance
to be the
child again when
can I stop
when can I
just stop this
bleeding
when will this
be enough
when will this
whatever this is
be the thing
that whomever you
are or will
be’s looking for
okay maybe it’s
the vodka talking
but uhm
*sigh
it’s just that
it’s just that
Category: Poetry
NeverReally
It just breaks
my heart when
what this is
whatever this is
gets overlooked by
those unwilling to
see beyond their
own desires for
me and unlike
a dog who
enjoys the meat
but really loves
the bone I
sit alone afterwards
aware that I
have been eaten
but never really
consumed never really
TreeVsLeaf
It’s funny now
that I think
about my life
how people admire
my own wanderlust
and my freedom
to just go
but there’s something
to be said
for being the
tree rather than
the rolling leaf
oh sure being
a leaf has
its good days
but having been
everywhere often means
having been nowhere
really really nowhere
that means anything
but being a
tree means being
somewhere somewhere forever
and that somewhere
is always there
Relationship
And then there’s
eyesight and then
there is vision
one imagines while
the other creates
I imagined you
and you in
turn created us
And that one
beach day I
imagined a city
made of sand
and while I
sat in shade
you baked in
sun building it
this is what
a relationship is
and neither one
of us is
ever less but
rather effortlessly slide
between being the
painter and painting
Stuff
It’s coming
it’s coming
the sunrise
night sky
sleepily opens
like your
eyes arms
and as
day starts
night stops
and this
becomes stuff
dreams make
