middle of a storm
and the calm of the skies is silence--
silence of deadly storms rests eyes
for just a moment
silence of a highway
when no wheels shift their
weight on it
silence of
snow hugging the bases of
trees, it falls— flakes
onto the backs of
flurries onto the backs of
the blizzard’s winds
silence of when you
hope that when your hand
embraces hers
she wont pull away
—and the sound of the skies is open eyes
and the calm of the skies is silence--
silence of deadly storms rests eyes
for just a moment
silence of a highway
when no wheels shift their
weight on it
silence of
snow hugging the bases of
trees, it falls— flakes
onto the backs of
flurries onto the backs of
the blizzard’s winds
silence of when you
hope that when your hand
embraces hers
she wont pull away
—and the sound of the skies is open eyes
lightlife
and watching the
shape of the window
crawl up the wall in
yellowed light --
earth shifts beneath
with ease it
spins
if suns could choose
between being
beings of light or
beings of life, i wonder --
clouds, peculiar things if i
gathered up their
condensation in a jar
would they still be a cloud
maybe just
a collection of sky-tears
would they still
tiptoe on the heels of the earth
throw tantrums
become shy enough to
disappear
leaving the earth
to whirl alone
and watching the
shape of the window
crawl up the wall in
yellowed light --
earth shifts beneath
with ease it
spins
if suns could choose
between being
beings of light or
beings of life, i wonder --
clouds, peculiar things if i
gathered up their
condensation in a jar
would they still be a cloud
maybe just
a collection of sky-tears
would they still
tiptoe on the heels of the earth
throw tantrums
become shy enough to
disappear
leaving the earth
to whirl alone
m(r/i)s takes
and no more
pencils past high school
no more mis takes
no more mrs. takes
my identity in her hands
no more
i am a pen
and no more
pencils past high school
no more mis takes
no more mrs. takes
my identity in her hands
no more
i am a pen
shoes as hands as ribs
and pencil scuffs --
read my shoes don’t
drop my soles don’t
disrespect the laces
tightened around my
ribs
i wish i didn’t
need them
and pencil scuffs --
read my shoes don’t
drop my soles don’t
disrespect the laces
tightened around my
ribs
i wish i didn’t
need them
life dust (whiteness)
and bang out the erasers
and the white chalk on hands
may convince the dogs
that you are alive
and bang out the erasers
and the white chalk on hands
may convince the dogs
that you are alive
parkland (among others who became bullet-homes)
and in collecting the tears we
collect the bullet casings
huddle closer, they never consented to this
we never consented to this, we
never asked to drown in the blood of our
friends, to watch the last lights dim
in the eyes of innocents
did we learn in those desks that
histories repeat and
can be mended with amendments
so there shall be no more
stories of other bullets that
found homes in other young bodies
the real estate agent was more than
persuasive, in fact it was like quartering
soldiers in civilian homes—they should
never have had to host such violence
the constitution says so
but it proclaims all have the right to bear
arms, but if the soldiers are prohibited
from dwelling in our homes
why not forbid the bullets
from residing in our chests
and in collecting the tears we
collect the bullet casings
huddle closer, they never consented to this
we never consented to this, we
never asked to drown in the blood of our
friends, to watch the last lights dim
in the eyes of innocents
did we learn in those desks that
histories repeat and
can be mended with amendments
so there shall be no more
stories of other bullets that
found homes in other young bodies
the real estate agent was more than
persuasive, in fact it was like quartering
soldiers in civilian homes—they should
never have had to host such violence
the constitution says so
but it proclaims all have the right to bear
arms, but if the soldiers are prohibited
from dwelling in our homes
why not forbid the bullets
from residing in our chests
(wall)paper
and when i built up the sky
i tore down the sun
porous clouds dilute the
silverlight of the carved crescent
which opens to the verse
beyond
and when i built up the sky
i tore down the sun
porous clouds dilute the
silverlight of the carved crescent
which opens to the verse
beyond