April 2020
Old like the pagoda living just to live
Losing all my rings in place of substance I’m to give
Exist the hell out of old church bells in chiming harmony
All I know is I’m still here and I just might be me
Heart is running to the north and shipping off to sea
Body’s statuesque in Rome like David and Anthony
Supercut of my whole life is smudged, the light is low
Branches weave out through the dark and slowly start to grow
Gilded Ships
July 2020
It doesn’t seem like that’s all it takes
To draw a Golden ship through a sea of mistakes
To the coastline where maybe there’s a new beginning
But slaves outwit preachers they can feel the sinning
Days at the beach could be in the future
And I’m treading water can I see the bottom?
If it’s a long way down will it matter to her?
If in 500 years it’s a sonnet you’ve heard?
I spent a lot of time ticking and not rounding through
A broken clock with a heartbeat that’s plenty for two
But my second hand's been missing and that’s made me poor
With the wealth that you give me every second is four
We’ve caught up we’re in tune we’re in sync we’re on track
So let’s save some daylight and roll it on back
Your sweet steady song plays all day in my head
We don’t recognize the face of the clock by my bed
I don’t want every second to turn into four
I’ll freeze the sunset to squeeze out some more
The face of my clock has changed and it’s you
I want to be with at 1:32
February 2021
It could be for a blessing
Is what is blessed always obsessing
Or is it a tribe with the peaceful fishes
Unabashedly undressing
What does it mean to the river with us
Inadvertently religious
If eden's downstream being paid no mind
With eden also left behind
I’m no drownded pharaoh, honey
But lately I need my dreams read
I’ll float down in a basket soon enough
And meet you in the ocean instead
August 2020
Canine Teeth
I may look like a Trojan but I got the eyes of a bard
I don’t want my sword unsheathed
Telling stories ain’t twice as hard
As picturing me with canine teeth
Run the clock above my bed
Forward, quickly, lotus leaf
Skip past the vanished second hand
I want to lose my canine teeth
Age is sharply there, incise
Largely late in disbelief
Let my mouth breathe silhouettes
Of my own fucking canine teeth
Staying
September 2022
Drop a bead along my back, no
Pour a cloud, better yet
Move me with it, here to stay
Rain smells sweet and tastes like sweat
'Twas not the hill that bred the man
In captivation, to the top
Perhaps green pastures spurs the fan
Not his strength but with a rock
Let me look back in disgust
And sweat the salt out, to the dust
The lavender is but a gust
Embedded in the upper crust
Let it lie of green down there
For Sisyphus to feel of use
I'll take my lavender raincloud
Sweat is sweet and so profuse
June 2021