Raging bull come sit with me
I’ll show you where it’s calm...
Orchestral breakdowns
look pitifully insignificant...
He could never have
the woman he loved because...
You did not see the father’s big soul.
You did not see God from the keyhole...
In where would skies rive?
I am ardent to behold...
The boy in the house with the blue
door buys nail polish at the corner store...
It’s the end of this blink, breath
second...
words
loose-limbed...
is a
privilege...
This morning, I listened to smooth jazz
in your honor, urging the saxophone...
transparent words; the strings still dangle
from the same lips that sprouted them...
I rarely cry anymore,
but when I do, it's when...