4:50 a.m.,
4:50 a.m.,
blackout curtains and double-pane
windows cannot curb
the sirens spinning down broadway,
from your universe to mine
.
20240120:0455
y
i’ve lost you countless
i’ve lost you countless
times, with no intention to
search for you, you know
this so instinctively, and
i play along, mesmerized
.
20240120:0442
y
do you always kiss
do you always kiss
like that? comes with not so subtle
hints of history,
curiosity, an expressed
desire, intentionality
.
20240120:0430
y
if poetry, then
if poetry, then
forgivable. if journaling,
then discoverable
.
20240120:0419
y
on the twelfth day, the
on the twelfth day, the
silence became bearable,
a small rejoicing
.
20240119:2355
y
perhaps it is all
perhaps it is all
luck that we will never be
so tempted again –
to hold onto something un-
finished is the riskiest play
.
20240119:2042
y
tonight, warming up
tonight, warming up
with bach’s two-part inventions,
meditating on
their musical hinges and
realizing god – s.d.g.
.
20240119:1957
y
the memory of
the memory of
the whole is of it all, you
explain this as if
to a child, waiting for then
to become suddenly now
.
20240119:1947
y
i worry the most
i worry the most
that when you finally find
the time to find me,
i will not have wandered far, or
far enough, stuck between your teeth
.
20240119:1738
y
i pretend to know
i pretend to know
a little something about
everything, it’s my
job to know,
as if that could
get me any further
than what’s right
in front of me
.
20240119:1731
y
y 