the painter
I’m dreaming of you, again.
The American Tourist
I am embarrassed to be an American tourist.
Two Leave, One Stays
The first leaves quietly.
Weeding Out the Weak
Energy pulsates through the vicinity in
save the snake
suck the poison out the wound
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I don’t recall when I first realized that I was myself,
Red Ring
Snapping the cider can
rings the fondness
While I Await a Lover, I Can Love Bok Choy
I did not love myself for a very long time.
On Seeing Some People You Thought You Recognized
We wane to invisible amongst a crowd of thousands.
chanterelles against the loveless world
you will be plucked from the forest one day: arid wind
self-resolution
You stand in the mirror, supermodel posing, as I watch from the bed.
When in the forest
A misty sunrise shrouds the forest inhabitants as they wake gradually
juliette.
brass knuckles and bruised cheeks,
how many secrets can we keep?
A soldier becomes a soldier
A soldier becomes a soldier when all is blinding white.
america, on the edge
when she falls (girl choking
blood, soldier stitched shatter-
diffusion
In every song, cancer sounds the same:
hello demons
how does one greet the things that go bump in the night?
Mariah
There must be a kind of opposition to this already.
Lost and Found in Sea
She had found the seashells by accident.
dear moon
dear moon,
how can it be?
Solace in Rain
It rained cats and dogs last night
A Recipe for Disaster
words were too complicated
so i shut my mouth.
Cloud nine ninths
Into my ears, you sing
Burnout
unyielding fire forges a charred complexion.
death in the wild
she is stuck in the dark musk of pine,
blimps, and yet
Your laugh lets the memories loose
To Write At Midnight
Here we are, at this same desk where I once worked from eight ‘til two
Gripes in June
I sit in the window of a 40-floor office building,
Lessons from Scheherazade
when they wring you dry, arms over head, legs
threads of two
another song about saffron
In my Hammock Over the Lake
Over the tawny lake
whose creamy facade ripples
I Shower With the Lights Off
it’s not any different from when i shut
my eyes.
proof of life or what’s yet to be snuffed off it
there is a hole in the ceiling,
and drops of the sky leak from it,
the obsessionist
bask in whatever it is you painstakingly crave to do,
Please Don’t Read This
Please don’t read this because I don’t know what these words are.
Anxiety
Breathe. Breathe.
To my old friend
Dear friend, how are you? I miss you.
Frankly, I Love You
I want to scream at the world
I want to lose my temper
If You Spot a Seagull
Skimming along the surf,
callisto
Callisto was in love.
Up and Further Up
Breathless
Blue Child
Blue child has hope hover over his brows
I ran into you in the halls
I ran into you in the halls the other day.
the road back to me
this road winds back to you
and i’m too tempted to take it.
Ode to Banana Muffins
Goo drips down my hands;
another bad decision
Clockwork
The quiet ticking of the hallway clock
For You
Let’s peek through the unknown into the known
A Glass Eye in Society
A vitric eye in this social setting
Prayer
Do not waste tears on others,
The Violet Drum Girl
Play that dark synth,
Little violet drum girl!
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