Posts published in “Poems”

built you towers
in this heart of mine,
hoping you’d want
to stay a while.
but time and I
are bitches, true,
pushing out
those who love us, too.

and then one day
you’ll stumble-in,
look around
at the walls torn down,
smile at the laughs we had,
and go live your life again.

I forgot why we fell out,
only remember
those wants and wails;
hoping you’d come back soon,
but soon moves on
and all’s left is
past to laugh at present
while future bides
its time waiting to be found again.

need a hook,
well how about this:
took note
of your favorite things,
scratched them off
one-by-one,
determined to give you
all you want, not realizin’
i’d been takin’ ’way your
want of me.

tables don’t turn,
we just get up and move over
or play those chairs like
harmonies hummed but not remembered,
so we can remake our own song,
that one we know we knew but
can’t find the hook for.
anyway,
we move and our settings don’t,
so we get restless and selfish and
think the short sentences can’t
hurt each other that much, until we
find eyes swole, chests still, and
the air leaves so it’s just us,
living with what we say and what we mean
and the difference in-between.
so,
sometimes you wake up, rush out the house
and look back to see all you’ve left
unhelped, unchanged– but you said, “love you!”
and she replied the same, though you
know those words are formal now,
the way any repetition becomes less
competition and more a breathless, huddled-over
mess while you watch someone else, or no one, win.

you have an
irrational fear
of the
garbage disposal,
and I
find myself
cleaning your stacks
and
stacks
of discarded food,
as you put our
princess
down
and get some sleep—
finally, some sleep—
and I know you
do this nightly, before I
unwind
and think
of you.

I watched a fountain today,
as its
droplets
calmed
and rested
and
its waves
rounded
to be
still.

Just
Give me another reason
To forget the words
And make some more.
Let me dance the neck
Until it pops and
That relief pauses me
For a little bit, just
Long enough to lose
The thought but keep
The melancholy.

We hide
Behind the
Textbook
Definition
Of
Who we
Should be
At this point,
But we’ve been
Missing those words
For years now, and
We need
To let go of
What others
Define us as—
Be-cause
Every one
Has their own
Un-
Filtered
View of
Where/who
They are,
And it’s
About time
We realize
Reality
Is often so
Much more
Beautiful
When
Unbounded.