There is beauty in this world and I must run to it.

A sound as though 
the bowels of Heaven itself
were being ripped out.

Aging

My bones grow but have not broken.
My heart beats but has endured
enraptured irregularity.
My eyes can see but not without glass.
My hands grasp, hold, and caress,
but worry of aged frailty.
My memory expands as more
disappears into moth filled chambers
of experiences past.
My thoughts are incomplete
but desperate to find you.
They have.
They have.
They have.

If I were the new you.

A Mother is the beginning of your world

and for a time

is your whole world. 

The beginning of the universe was an act of hope before hope had ever existed. 

We would still be fools even if
we read all the books in the world. 

Why must I believe in anything
when there are no ideas
worth my time?

nature remembers
seasons are proof of order
ants in a straight line

I See

What does a beginning look like?
Does it look similar to an ending or
is it closer to what the middle looks like?
Is it distinguishable at all?
It's hard to say.
What brings on a beginning?
Does a beginning inevitably hasten
an ending?
What is it we're looking for?
What are we looking at?
My guesses are barely educated
they never made it past junior high.
I see, I see, I see...
there is sky and ocean waiting for me.

An Eraser That Can't Be Seen

I can't remember the first time I fell asleep.
I imagine it was shortly after my birth.
I remember falling asleep last night,
it came swiftly before it left
in the morning.

I can't remember the first time I went to the beach,
though, I imagine I was still quite young
as were my parents then. The waves must have
sounded similar to today. Why would
their language ever need to change?

I remember being a child and cutting myself
deeply on accident. I tried to cut a piece
of cheese with a knife but only cut deep
into my right pinky. Screaming, crying,
frantic - my blood smeared the countertop.

I remember my grandmother preparing the carcass
of a turkey she has just slaughtered for
our meal that day. I saw it's cavity emptied
of organs, hollowed, and offered to us
to sustain us for another day.

I remember being in my grandmother's house
long after she had died and finding
her bible covered in dust, yellowed,
marked and covered in aged brown paper.
I wished to take it but I left it behind.

I have forgotten more than I remember.

Even her beauty

was not enough

to save

her.

Rearview

One more day
One more night
Another week
Another year
What's the hurry 
Don't be in such a rush
What is there to see
in the rearview mirror?

Giving Up the Ghost

I had already lost everything
so I figured why not
give up the ghost as well
What difference would it make
to give up something
with no physical form
When the time came
I set it down gently
and walked away
I wonder how it's doing
but I haven't bothered calling
it's probably too upset
to take my calls anyway
I can only hope it can see
this was for the best
for the both of us

Weird Wolf

I often think of being young
and not being
anyone.

To Rest

Crying in my arms
I feel the strength of your small lungs

Cry cry cry
                  Little Darling
until you settle into calm

Close your eyes
I will hold you
until you are ready for your crib

to rest
to sleep
to dream

things I could not believe

where does the nest rest
in the branches of the tree
wings flutter nearby 

Glass Figurine

collecting dust on a cluttered counter
I sit and wait to be admired

Winding down the 4th

Summers burns slowly through my throat
and makes her way down my esophagus.

The birds are flitting restlessly through the
branches of the lemon tree by my window.

Fireworks sporadically puncture the peace
of the early evening air while corpulent

bodies ease into rest of a near comatose
variety. A shrill cry pierces the air as a

car horn honks nearby. The fragrance
of thousands of freshly spent bbq grills

scents the air like an army of funeral pyres
prepared to fight the encroaching darkness.

Is there anywhere to be still? Is there any
place we can go to be quiet in the midst

of so much life? If there is...how can we
get there and how soon can we be there?

I'll give you something to drink about.

I awoke to find a garden in my mind.