The Lost Verse

I draw you from a memory
I carry as pocket change.

I quit buying old houses
only to find
empty walls.


Maybe you weren't meant to read this text
Maybe fate decreed this night
to steal a glimpse at a fluid verse
pondering intricacies all the while.

hieroglyphics

in a jar by his bedside
two semesters measured
in glances and booming rhymths of heart

and all he could do was sit on the same side of the room
plundering booty
as if God Himself would demand an explanation.

she smiled. and he felt the ground quiver

the definition of a peninsula

you said something bad is happening to you when we don't talk
but i never wanted to be an anchor
when this ship is close to capsizing and it's already all my fault.
too late you sneer
but that was 7 days ago
and you're shipwrecked.
athena would've followed you home if she knew the way.
and i know it's not the time but-
i told you so.
a kite demands a kite runner
and no one's on the ground
my particles can't solidify
drop your hopes below a red rose
or swim like a great white shark
and never stop.

adam's eve

scattered, peppered, covered
my insides are no longer mine
you are my gravity
and i am

d
o
w
n
we fall from grace
earth-bound
but if we fall we fall
one palm to another
just like we promised.

moon-faced

distillations of laughter
behind sclera
eternally dizzy in stars.

two planets;
days in rotation the same 28
as days in revolution.