Hey all you people!
I just lost a follower!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Your broken guitar
and your cracking voice are the
soundtrack to my youth.

It’s unimportant
and I’m being silly, but
I really miss you

It seemed weird to me
that on your bed, where we had made love
it was possible for me to cringe at your touch.
Where a few days ago you touched me,
and let me touch you—oh happy illusion!
—the day you touched her.

Where there was but earth connecting our bodies
gapes a canyon vast and black.
I know what festers at the bottom. 
If I build a small foot bridge to you, maybe
I won’t fall again.

In another world,
feet are not married to the
earth, but my heart is.

The sun is shining somewhere.
With my magic glasses
I can see through the Earth
and over mountains
and catch the gold that pools on birds’ wings
that they carry through the night and
over waters:
My messengers that bring me warm yellow light.
The room I sit in is dark,
yet still I see the sun; 
It hasn’t gone away,
but sometimes other people need the sun too
So when the sun is not shining for me
He is shining elsewhere
But I still feel his warmth.

Kill my fire
with broken bells
that only sheep can hear.
I am not a sheep;
I am the cowardly lion
hiding in the forest of someone else’s mind.

If I were younger,
this barren field would be filled
with wild flowers.

When I am older,
this empty dream will become
a grey reality.

Wake from this dream in death
Will I remember 
the glimpses of heavens past
when I enter that empty field?
A wandering soul
A drift of wind through
the flowering consciousness. 
I am a fetus growing growing growing 
in the womb of my Mother Earth.
When will I be born?
I am anxious to see the sun.
I am that swirling energy
volleying from tree to tree:
A mountain goat straying from the herd
And I want to chew on that sweet grass
when the mountain is flooded with gold
and the air is filled with that peaceful emptiness—  
that void you don’t want to fill. 
Drowning must be peaceful
after burning and burning… 
to suffocate in that alien world within 
the known—the unknown ignored 
To be lost in what is lost
Panning for gold in a swamp is not disappointing;
There were no expectations to begin with. 

oaths on oaths on oaths
written in dusty graphite
on paper that burns

When mapping out the
stars, remember: The Uni-
verse begins with you.

The calmest of seas
Everything’s a monotone 
Nothing rocks my boat

I could have loved you
But you were a world away
and I was too scared

Thank you God for my
wonderful boyfriend and for
three day periods

And when you kiss me
even the moon can’t keep this
wave from dissolving