Utopia

the center of the world is an obvious

place when your love is

adjacent to your heart; 

in space.

like a comet, or a star

like the moon from afar,

the sun will rise

when your lips depart, 

from mine.

Seattle

if a homeless man offers you

a tangerine…

then take it not for the powers of a dream;

so he may rub its orange peeled skin

to the foliage of his face and limbs-

an everlasting love

glistens through the wind,

and stings.

a minuet in the golden hour

the frost glowed its vapor

as the sun surfaced from its

eternal shine-

ephemeral patterns of birds

flew in the distance among

the tallest tree lines;

as i journeyed toward the light,

my eyes were stupefied by its sight,

so i followed the birds

and found migration in my vaporous heart,

somewhere in its eternal center,

a chill within me felt no longer winter. 

lost in the flowers

the garden grew on a mountainous curve

of an angle only found by the measure of his words,

the branches would extended throughout the palms of 

his hands and his son would play under the bushes and plants;

they’d tangle in the wood and find themselves lost in the flowers-

everyday was spring; though, childhood, an hourglass.

alapocus touch

i’m going down stream if you’d like a lift

where the current is calm, nature’s gold sifts like

a windswept smile, kept us floating for a while

no wrinkles in our cheeks because age is docile 

the air is a chill, so you can blanket my coat

(underneath a stream,

in the mud,

or in a boat)

i remember when i held you as youth bloomed its prime

your hands have always seemed much warmer than mine.

aurora borealis

thoughts of you swirling

the glaciers inside my brain:

melts the love away.

/

but when you’re dry…

i’m a body of water,

swirling you, to stay.

flos

remember the time

when we ate flower petals,

love is bittersweet.

attempting cursive

attempting cursive with a

broken hand, boat, and bridge-

crossing our hidden stream

of conscious, only

hoping you can mend these fingers as

we secretly swim.

oh the ocean took

for what it’s worth to promise a sculpture,

an inevitable invitation to be,

to be wrapped around ones

delicate finger, oh how you’ve consumed half of me.

appointed in the design of the architecture, 

oh the architecture of you twirling me

to spin spin around my amorous finger,

your chlorophyll dances in the breeze.

oh how you’ve influenced my promises, and

those promises the ocean took.

but the ocean had it’s promises,

in the sand, sprawling 

I awoke. 

michaelangelo on acid

i think about the places we’ll meet

and the chances of kissing your cheeks

acid washed hands dance in the street

our fingers drag and point out a familiar beat

you’re the electric feel from m,g,m,t

you melt my heart from my lips to my feet

i’ll carry you off into a midsummer teenage retreat

too shocked to hear your impulse is me.

the nature of you

wouldn’t it be nice to walk on the moon,

to gaze into stardust-weightless and blue.

to feel free from the complex nature of life:

is there such thing as answering this right?

for every nature of you, there’s a nature of me:

complexity, the design of living free.

i’d solely walk the moon, composing the sun-

only to see the nature of such a question, i’m wrong.

cravings

cigaret delicious 
yours truly,
the virgin mother

i whistled a melody;
taught her piano 

she tapped the white keys
whenever i forgot to sing the volta. 

soothing yet foreplay
why does it always seem;
we sung better before today.

mountain teeth

i’m cold breathe in the evening

i’m messy morning-hair after sex

i’m the smelly sneakers you walk in

i’m a probable cause of stress.

i’m the snapping sound of fingers.

i’m an echo in mountain teeth

i’m the sweat in your nervous fevers

i’m the one you’re underneath.

i’m the dial of every phone call

i’m the text of every send

i’m the reader of your daily life

i am not your lonely friend.

evolve

ring was purchased,
rounded, life stencils,
poured, spun.
a century  with me.
childhood taught,
“if you come, you will find it”
global strains-
of us and them.
i loved, but
i have to evolve
now.