Go ahead and climb inside Press your fingers into my chest. Push into me, Step through and find I'm warm and soft and you can sit on the Swing that hangs from my branches; my breeze in your hair my voice below your bare feet my grass brushing against your legs. And once you have touched my bark, And took a long rest, You can go. And I'll stand there in myself On that hill With the little things you left in me.
The trellis you built for me to wrap around, The old sweather you hung from my arms. And the kudzu, And the baby's breath, And the bluets, Will grow in my sun and my shade. And whoever visits next, Will find a different garden waiting.
Every day's a miracle
I like her like a buzzard likes a corpse. We could fester, sickly sweet, smell us from the porch. Chew at all my bits in peace Til we've run our course.
From up on top my mountain I can see where we once ate, I think I'm meant for loving It's why my beak's this shape.
Every day's a miracle, I savor every drop, & one day when I die I'll love each fly & worm & hawk
Isn't it lucky to get hit by a raindrop?
My tears are unpredictable Dionysus & Ampelos I ache to love out of my seams supine, reaching above my Placid form groping at solitude
My colors soak into yours. I blink and see your hands in place of mine wondering Where I began as I pull away I am not the shape I once was And yet, And yet.
revelling in mortality So desperate to be seen LOOK AT ME!! LOOK AT ME!! a mosquito larvae doesnt know the difference.
Note in my phone from years ago, "I'll spend the rest of my life preparing for tomorrow" I dont remember why. my love like rain spliting the sky.
The sunset always looks prettiest from the parking lot.
Maybe I'll leave the wipers on. Looking upward at myself, I'll blanket the countryside stretching breathless, caressing every leaf. Can you hear me? Can you hear me tapping gently on the window
CAN YOU HEAR ME? I wake up and its still. today
Spoiled Sweet
DING! The Job is Done. You're all grown up, The meal is hot and cooked and now You're the one Who snaps and pops And lost in looks, You wonder where you started From, the fridge, the stove The bowl, the farm, It's a wonder you're where are You are, and smell The steam, the smoke, the charm. You're finished now, They've left you out! To cool perhaps? Aloof. Intact. You pay no mind as mist makes way For spores and slime; A comfort meal in comfort home Is stilling past its comfort time. You make a wish you wonder why, Prepare a dish to let it rot? You see your pan, your spoon, Your pot, your crime Unknown, you start to Spot with blues and whites, your Vision fogs, AND YET! You glimpse from far above: A being made of perfect love; An angel sure, a darling dear, A rescuer from all you fear Who'll taste and savour every bite, Who'll sip you Up and make things right, Regardless of your spots and grime they cherish you like rarest wine.
Your goal complete, happy to die, So grateful for that hungry fly.