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
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow Tender leaves And shoots of peas
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.
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
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt under my nails
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.