Sing to Me

Words flow like rain drops,
Soft call of birds waking in the distance,
Worries lulled to bed,
Soul unburdened.
A long hard winter ‘til this tale came to its end –
Up from the muck, bare knuckles bloodied,
Clawing toward the surface.
Out from the darkness, heels worn thin,
Wandering, conquering.
Ageless impediment, a second-guess,
Alter ego unassuming, unaware, unsure?
Circle back,
Soft crimson of the inside of your eyelids,
Soft call of birds waking.
Now that you’re living in the epilogue,
Tell me again how it all happened.

The Poll Waltz

 
“Freedom isn’t free,” they say,

We know,

Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,

With the tears of our foremothers,

The blood of our brothers.

Don’t tell us how to be,

Don’t tell us what to believe,

Don’t speak,

Just listen.

Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.

Think, don’t just follow suit.

Photo: Alexis Micu 📷

Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)

15 Six Word Poems, Written in 15 Minutes

i. us
those nights, wine – spilling our souls.

ii. je suis? 
this could all be a dream.

iii. astronaut
i want to swim in space.

iv. space
hold me closer, not too close.

v. hereditary
what if monster is a gene?

vi. where’s the camera?
tell me I did something sweet…

vii. clouds
all of your thoughts are raindrops.

viii. goals
the ocean never misses the sand.

ix. hideaway
where all our secrets lay safely.

x. dawning
genius is not born of air.

xi. fire escape
climb with me, the highest heights.

xii. guitar
no worries, i am always here.

xiii. las vegas
alive with you, until the morning.

xiv. train station
all beginnings start with a journey.

xv. home
never been happier in one place.

What If the Sea Was Empty?

don’t you miss getting piss-drunk in the evenings, then losing your mind to delirium?
inside/outside of reality at the same time.
did any of it mean anything,
if we were simply swimming in between increased serotonin and neutrality?
all of those choices…

what if the sea was empty?
and the sky, the land, every memory – all part of a vast dream?
je pense, donc je suis.
take cover, take a credit,
take it one step at a time.