the intangible rises and breaks through skin,
appearing as shards of lament, and in the...
two saplings entwined by chance –
you lean on one another, for support...
It was a fickle afternoon.
Up on the roof of your sixth floor apartment...
you are to my poetry like the stars
are to infinity. the verses that blossom...
Carved into me like I was of stone
thousand folds of faults and corrections...
Do you think about it at all?
That we are trapped. There's nothing...
All that was once meaningful
and destined, has lost all meaning...
cosmic retribution / karma.
foolish to think stealing from boundless seas...
oh sweet child, do you still pluck a
dandelion to adorn every bouquet...
with time dressing all wounds leisurely,
do you think memories are nocturnal...
i write of you on borrowed ink,
dream of you on stolen sleep...
I took off the white gloves,
washed my hands...