“I want to.”
“Why would I want to?”
“Should I want to?”
“Have I wanted to?”
“Why have I wanted to?”
“Who would want to?”
“What would I want?”
“How would I want to?”
“What would I want to?”
“Still wanting to?”
“Should I have wanted to?”
“Sure wanted to.”
“Sure want to.”
“Sure, I’d want to.”
“Who made me want to?”
“Why do I want to?”
“Want to.”
“Can’t.”
“Should.”
“Can’t want to.”
“Shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t want to.”
“Would this bowl want me to?”
“Why would this bowl want me to?”
“Why do I?”
“How do I?”
“Is this worth…?”
Posts published in “Poems”
Why am I stuck here,
revolving ’round the thought of you–
that serpent inward/hid?
Why am I convincing myself
to be in love with you
when all I feel is a twinge
a singe
of nerve
— no butterflies,
more of a mashing
a constriction of the
‘testines
as though my heart
my apple
my core
were gravity’d
to pit of me
in search
in pull, inward/guide
 
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when thinking
of falling
star
and finding
plane
lit for descent
instead
the dream
of you in floor of seat,
having said you lost … something
all in show of being level with me
as i sit infront of her,
the one you brought
in hopes to push me off …
just a little regret/
a little action needed to reclaim me…
I am
already Yours, for
You are these eyes’ focus,
she merely a distraction.
Shake your head in wave of me,
the secret call
of our sanctuary,
this floor,
our level,
we.
i fought a thousand thoughts before letting these escape/captured a thousand hearts before you found mine to take
broke a million stars down to the spin of gravity/built a million minds to a sense of natural clarity
i followed my thoughts to a place i found safe only to drag my feet and wish nothing but change
i stumbled over some ol words/the ones i never gave to you for fear they’d lead to something different/something else other than what we got now/not like this is the best there’s ever been, but damn if i’d give it up for anything/anything more than you/the idea of us/that prospect of bein yours as you’d be mine/can ya ‘magine that?/can ya ‘vision that?/the chance of gettin you when you gettin me/not carin cuz that’s the way it should be/me on you/you on me/doin it right like we ought to/make it good/make it better/make it the best/make it love like we should do/can ya picture that?/picture the eternity not as a length of time but as the moment we spend holdin’ one another/givin one another that look/that stare/that constant curiousity, the questions asked and answered but asked again for who cares for answers when the enigma’s so dynamic/so brilliant/god, i just wanna get to know you/the whole you/all of you/everything ’bout you/give you a chance to know me/the whole me/everything ’bout me/from my thoughts to my family/they belong t’ you if you belong t’ me/just tell me true and it’ll happen/you n me/me n you/the us we always wanted/the two/the one/the smile you’ve always to-me granted
the chipper woman noises
presents her presence
in effect of
goading acknowledgement
maturity is knowledge, not of what one may do,
but of what one already does
whose eyes are wavey,
loading heavy my own
’til, fallen, i break from her
in chance some pull gives reason ‘nough
for speech or sight
lost on insecure sea,
while i, the floater,
hope not ‘ be seen
as, soon, i may
hold
toward movement
from any spoiled
&
nb
sp; ‘lations
linger’d
and find way
from stance
in
darted-sway
a mental hernia is as the unwatered seed– dry, but still thirsting for a means to grow
expand
live
follow
lead
align with any other constance
consequence
pedestrian