I’m a dreamer even when dreams crush and
lash out a vitriol: ” I’ve got no fuel to go on”
The void in my mind turns into a lush dream
where to be empty is to be filled with space.
Infinite and blue.

walking down the street
pretty flowers
smelled nice
looked…
good

i also liked
the pretty sky
it was blue
and pretty

i like nice things

in my head
i make a lot more money
and get paid to write

upstairs is where
all kinds of editors cant keep
their hands off me, cant get me
enough money quickly enough

in my head
i’m famous but modest
wise and generous
with my exorbanent amounts of coin

ideas flow
over flow
and page after page
has people begging for

moremoremore!
in my head
i start out modest
and forget how i got there
in my head
i forget where i am

in my head

you know you like it you know you want
moremoremore.

inmyheadpeoplelovemebecause
iwritealotbetterthanthis

i still dont believe
that you are mine
you belong to me

i dont have to share you

holding you is still surreal
i want to reflect on my shock
but i still dont believe you’re real

so small and fragile
how did God fit so much precious-ness
awesome-ness
cute-ness
and sweet-ness
in so small a package?

i dont have to share you
with anyone

Leaves falling from the

Hands of laughing children,

Faces also green.

(i would also like to thank you
for such a pretty thought
as your daughter
in the moonlight
revealing
dreams.)

sometimes

late at night,

i can’t stop thinking, wondering, pondering

about

what the future holds, where I fit

and whether I like that place much.

and all the thinking

gets me nowhere, except

to more tired in the morning.

I could see so much

Pollen floating in the air,

I payed attention.

As if the breeze had

wanted to be known, showing

gently Her power.

My brain is getting out of hand,
a little gem of insight sprouts into erratic thoughts,
and I scatter and stumble into this big nothingness,
this empty space between my body and the ceiling.
The blankness around gains on me, and I’m feeling
blurry each passing day. So I bought

an amaryllis to rebuild my pathway to humanity
but it withered the next day,

a bird to cage down my fears
but it pushed daisies the following day,

a cat to obtain celestial graces
but it purred and asked me to go away

The big starry skies

Live on in memories and

Far away places.

once I was a star-eyed child
standing still
between a muddy earth and a glistening sky and
dream of fire and God.
I had not learned how to tip toe
I was lighter then,
and silence was still.

Give me a holiday without
holes beneath my feet,
clowns dancing above my head.
oh a holiday,
a holiday’s
scent of lilac and jasmine,
soft and intoxicating.

red and pink
pack your bags
tomorrow you’ll be a dad

and notes scribbled on the back
of receipts showing your desire
to not lose even one word of
whats coming

all the people wondering why you chose here
to write it down

will words
can a word
describe the experience

new – not feelings or experience
LIFE
of mine!

no desire to eat
placenta
but oh to see her break
into the world the very first time

that very first breath
i want to see her

but much more
to kiss your head
to pray for you

i want to hold my daughter

gleaming and dreaming, running for air

clopping and sopping, fighting unfair

(hug and hug and hug and hug)

Sure,

flowers are nice

but not near so nice

as the smile

on your face.

Pink petals of snow

moved out from trees to find

their new sidewalk home.