What is one to do when
Their insides, their kosmos,
Their chakra, boils over, leaking
Essential nutrients onto the hot
Coiled salamander of the post
Modern world, what is one to
Do when science and spirituality,
Who were about to kiss
And create alchemy, turn face
Last minute and leave the room
Empty, what is one to do
When every snare, line, and
Plan only bears old boots
And heavy clouds, what is one to
Do when the tide becomes too
Clingy and the moon decides to go
Find itself another planet?
I met a girl last night, wearing a floral print dress
And gauze around both knees.
Jill fell down a flight of stairs
Dulling herself up for a night out.
I don’t think booze was always the bastion of hope
For disconnected introverts
That it now is.
I met a girl this morning, wearing a hospital bracelet
And a confused face,
Wondering how she got a MIP and her stomach pumped.
Where were your thoughts
That spring evening under a pomegranate tree,
My nose striving to push through your pale chest
For one whiff of your golden apple heart?
From the hood of the prius
The chaos looks small.
The windshield doesn’t smash in,
The air is metallic, Continue reading
Memory is a guilty ghost
Shameful fingers slide around the cornea,
Carry you off
To events that will