The kiss on my cheek, I lay quiet, pulling the heavy duvet over my crunched body becoming something more of a bean than a being: and soft and soft and soft and soft all four quickly in succession across the thin, David Bowie shape of my jaw it's impossible to tell which is what or … Continue reading Kiss (x4)
Up at four thirty Feeling the sleep in my brain Something else lingers
Soft sound breaking sleep the warmth breaks the crest of sheets new and yellow day
A twitch of the leg Enough to let us both know I am half asleep
I know that I'm crazy. I woke up last night three in the morning, green light on the nightstand 3:14 my hand was outstretched toward the ceiling, and I knew I was crazy. I was reaching for a boy in the paint. I knew he was there I could see him not see him not … Continue reading I Know Now That I’m Crazy
Hot breath of sleep's den: Searching for the worlds away, you're found in the folds.
In between the words you left me falling through, quiet eyelids turned fluttering butterflies, ethereal and unimaginable flashes of thought come to focus as though through the twitching lens of a steady gruff hand -so old it has whiskers on the fingers- color created within the steady isolation of the mind not without where it … Continue reading Dreams Of Old
Woke up sweating from sleep, hot as hell in the room, peeled my face off the pillow and sat up, heard the old man inside of me, crochety old cuss, mumbling something about antacids and aftershaves, he usually sleeps soundly but sometimes he mumbles about old wars and politics. Heard the dad inside of me … Continue reading 3 Part Dreaming
What's strange is how you can find any person beautiful the longer you look at them, they don't even have to be in the room but if you've spent that time if your eyes have met their eyes for patterns of seconds then you can see their beauty, that God-given spark inside, something aflame that … Continue reading Beautiful
I'm seeing you all over Which is no surprise. You're a large presence and your energy has somehow permeated my thoughts. I thought I had steeled you away into a section of my soul, somewhere that would keep the part of you inside of me quiet and still, but next to my heart with the … Continue reading What Dreams
