I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
I’m just looking for An open invitation To bathe you in love
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight