1. I won’t finish this anyway

    I’ve been feeling so uninspired
    I’ve been feeling kinda lazy
    After 13 hour naps I’m still so damn tired
    and all my yesterdays are hazy
    Now I’m not trying to say I’m sad
    because I’m not, I’m really not.
    but this buzzing in my head is getting bad
    and echoes sounds of rot.


  2. Haiku #59

    Water fills my nose
    and soaks my lungs as I drown
    in a flood of you.


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    A hole in the sun 
    leaked melted gold over
    the opal-encrusted earth
    that peeled back the layers
    of diamond and debris to reveal
    wiry grass like pubic hair
    sprouting on her body,
    and frozen soil caked to her worn face
    like old makeup.
    The hole grew and grew, and 
    more gold poured out
    till it filled every crevice,
    every fold of skin.
    It dripped off the mountains
    and filled the valleys.
    Wire was replaced with blades,
    and a fresh coat of green was applied gingerly.
    Her ageless lover, eternity himself, comes to
    place flowers in her hair which flows in long, winding rivers
    down her plump body. So it goes each year,
    though the two do not remember when they learned the ritual;
    the movements are encoded in their muscles, programmed like machines.
    Memory serves no purpose here. They do not worry about anniversaries or wayward children
    or about much at all really.
    They just keep dancing… 


  4. Haiku #58

    Jump a thousand feet
    live forever in the fall
    and land on a cloud


  5. Haiku #57

    There’s something I miss,
    head bowed to the water in
    an eternal kiss


  6. Haiku #56

    Being around you
    makes me feel so sad because
    I loved you so much


  7. Haiku #55

    Even though I’m a
    ghost, when your fingers brush my 
    face… I can feel it.


  8. 3:34 AM

    I tried to make words out of waves
    riding through my head the very same way
    your tongue burns my skin
    and the way your fingers carve rivers in my back
    and the way you dig tunnels through my heart and hit me hard
    the way you wanted your love to
    so it hurt the way you always did 
    and the way I always thought I did.
    I wanted the pain that came with your romance
    and I wanted to be your medicine and make all the bad go away,
    but really? The poison in me would have
    seeped into your wounded body
    and I would bring you down
    and I would be alone again.


  9. Haiku #54

    Will you join me as
    I dance in Hell’s doorway to
    the devil’s crooning?


  10. Haiku #53

    I keep my tears in
    vials on my shelf, labeled,  
    so I remember.


  11. Haiku #52

    She’s got a smile that
    makes you wonder if your med-
    ication’s working


  12. Life is too beautiful to write poetry,
    especially when you’re a shitty writer like me.
    So I’ll sit and observe, because that’s what I do best;
    But to give? To convey? To recap? To express?
    Man, I try, but the words never fit.
    I taste each word carefully and they all taste like shit.
    I wish I could make poetry out of maple and pine
    but I need outside help (pour me another glass of wine)
    and then I swear, I’ll write you the perfect poem,
    but for now can you show me which way is home?


  13. Haiku #51

    Please. Please do not let
    me say another word. I’ll
    ruin everything.


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    I want to turn into your sunrise,
    and the sunset that kisses you goodnight.
    I want to be grass
    that grows on rolling hills that lead to open fields 
    where you harvest your tomorrows and your victories.
    I don’t want to be the plow, or the earth, or the expectant wife, but 
    the seed that grows, lives, and dies to sustain you.
    I will burn in your fireplace, your happy children never knowing
    the origins of the warmth.
    I will turn to bread and fill their bellies, so you never know the burden of a hungry family.
    I will never look on your smile, but I will be its true source,
    the light in your lover’s eye,
    the jelly on your children’s sticky hands and grinning faces.
    I will be your profit, your success.
    I do not want to feel your wealth and be glad for it; 
    I want to give you wealth, be your wealth,
    and I do not want you to know it.


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    I don’t get people
    I don’t know how to be around people, I don’t know how to be a person.
    I just don’t understand.
    Why can’t I have a picnic with the trees and take sexy showers with the rain
    I want to make love with the earth and find that oneness
    within her mantel—
    in fire… in fire I find love, in my hands there is love; and please, please take it from me! I beg take this poison away from me!
    Like ambrosia kills mortals, love was not made for me,
    yet is courses through my veins and turns my blood thick and hot,
    bubbling in my cheeks; I can see it pumping through my arms and down my legs: love!
    Electricity shooting through my hair follicles and acid in my stomach: love.
    If only the soft caress of the wind across my face were enough.
    I wish people loved like the earth breathes.
    Maybe it’s romantic—no, no!
    too romantic to think that…