Burn

I'm tired of the paper fires
the burning black edges of my memories
I resent the crumbling pyres
every treasured moment temporary
apparently
The familiar feeling of disappointment
rising like smoke in my throat
I gag as the memory lights and bends
words flash in the fire-what they wrote
incoherently
I repeat the sentences I once read
I thought they were the truth
the graphite seemed to shine like lead
in the orange the letters say something new
transparency
all they assured me is now crystal clear
increasingly hard to believe 
I couldn't tell that passion was fear
They took what they wanted, when I couldn't see
furiously
the fire burns.

Peanut Butter

Feeling a little sun-drunk

A little sucker-punched

just a bit of peanut butter

pulling me down.

I want to come and see

I've been steeping in curiosity

after a muffled separation

breaking, cementing connections.

Scattered rhyme schemes

Is this the same old theme

of anticipation, and climactic

disappointment?

Late nights captivated

Pillow dreaming subjugated

sleep deprivation-

dragging my attention forward.

Stifled and burgeoning curiosity

Who are we compared to what we could be

forever letting our words drift out into space

to be interpreted.

Feeling a little sun-drunk

A little sucker-punched

just a bit of peanut butter

pulling me down.

Fishing

I’m imagining myself falling

No longer caught

The relief after dangling over

The edge

You’re holding my eyes

In a steady thought

I had never felt at ease-

So far from the ledge

Of the boat,

Where I had perched for years

Tangled in a fisherman’s coarse

Netting

Coaxing others to ride

Upon my rising and falling

Agoraphobic fears

I became desperately agreeable in

Letting

My body seizing up in my catching-

Frozen

So now that I have allowed myself

To dream-

I think about this escape

I’ve surely chosen

Everything (through the gaps)

Is looking like what it seems

I’m ready to fall.

A Fox in the Room

Let's explode from starting gates
dream our dreams while living out
the previous-
watch the stars appear from behind clouds
take our hands away from our mouths
say what is real and hold on to what's happened                                                                             
ignore insecure musings and begin talking
ride on the waves of Lysergic mortality
breathe in a smoky night and drink like
we'll be here forever
let's live like we can feel the grass tickle our thighs
the ice cover our bellies and fire flash in our fingertips
like every sensation is something new
like the billions of people are strangely few
and the wooden floors are creaking beneath our feet
mystery creeps up on us from behind
urging onward, setting fire to our souls
burning and obvious and sneakingly sly
let's live like we're alone with
a  f o x  i n  t h e  r o o m .