In
writing on 08.20.09 at 11:40:33 AM
i am the horse that
you keep in your stable for
riding through fields.
In
writing on 08.09.09 at 12:14:08 PM
you tell exactly what
you want and i will make sure
it happens: now.
In
writing on 08.09.09 at 12:13:23 PM
i know that i could sleep next to you:
we would huddle in all of those
fairytales to hide the monster
living in our closet.
the one who likes to eat laughter, even
more than he likes those cakes made of
chocolately ideas we forget to feed
us.
i know that i should dream next to you:
we fly over the mountains and
rivers like our capes flittering
with word like confections that
love is made by the sand we are
from and you, you would sleep next to me:
to breathe out all of that
history to make room for us to inhale
future like a hukuh left behind
by the forgetful caterpillar
who smiles to guide the
story.
you know that you would dream next to me:
and we would take off in that rocket
across the galaxy on the left
hand side of visible
certitude.
you know that we should remember forever:
every unknown quantity that has
us wondering what happens from watch to
watch.
we know that we can keep this together:
even though we worry about how close we are
to the september of our
life.
we know this will never define us, but rather unite us.
In
writing on 08.07.09 at 12:55:03 PM
when i first learned to turn a phrase
i thought everyone knew
exactly
where the words would
fall.
when i first found how to turn a page
i thought everyone grew
precisely
from the same rain swept
call.
when i first opened a new door
i thought everyone knew
absolutely
when they had left their
hall.
now that my sentences are tried and true
i know that what we view
imaginitively
is who we really are in chaos’
squall.
In
writing on 07.25.09 at 02:11:37 PM
solar crackle gas,
on walls in the room,
not on our ground.
