How can they love
you, funny face, so
clumsy with words, clumsier
still with heart, always
spilling about like a
river with no bed, rough and
cussing about its edges, but
how can a river have edges when
it yet roars and trembles in
every direction, shapeless as the
space you try to call home.

but there are no boundaries
to trace the lines of feeling
safe, a place to
sleep and be whole

How can they love a broken,
how could they love you


9/21/17

lonely stung like a
hornet's nest, an
unexpected something while
wandering the mess

lonely singed the flesh like
candle wax, winced from
the sensation of burning

lonely lost its voice
calling for companions, but
lonely is still lost while it
meanders endlessly

lonely is a loss, feels like
an ever-deepening hole in the body
sink the darkening bruise, drop skin
in a blaze of swelling


9/15/17

paper cuts

i kept your love folded as a
letter in my heart
i felt the edges creased with the
warmth of your wrist,
traced the ink with my finger
right before i let the charred bits
fly from my palm to a breeze

my heart holds both a furnace and a grave
where i buried you with flames


if i said i miss you, what does that make me?

I'm still angry at you. but I still love you
somewhere in my heart.



k.e.
if you see this, tell me.

Still
Blare a song and a story
They hear me I
Thump across the quarry of
Lost ships
graveyard of stars left a
Trench of old coughing energy
Tired balls of light coiled up in a
chest like unused yarn
Stepped across creaking wooden floors
Groaning corridor of a hoarder, hoarse
trees summoning a history of wounded
falling. Thick fruits of withered seeds, how
did you grow so full, ask the moon a
question only to be denied by the clouds,
loud living only sounded as a rasping drum
but echoes up and down the body. Cavern
of spirits dance the paintings on rock,
sleeping the solstice yet stepping from sky
to stone. Turn home and alone
Again
Turn home and alone

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endless nomad of the stars
traversing a desert of dark,
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the scores of light
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spacedrift

amnesiac ache
i wish to have died sooner
in a life i cannot yet
remember

as if
as if

...

a pause
silence crystalizing
a fractal of galaxies sad yet
blooming

spinning shards of memory
wrapped around the nebulas like
an unfolded blanket
i am an unmade bed, patched
with dark and light yet
filled with holes that leak
my inner fabric

a far off home?
i cannot see