Tagged: here

once in awhile, here

perhaps with time, we

perhaps with time, we
all curl or spiral inwards
or is it that we

unwind, become loose, making
serpentine patterns here, there
.
20170512:2359
y

i do not know when

i do not know when
these rose-colored
glasses fell
away from my
face – maybe it was
during some kind of
skirmish, maybe i
slipped them off
between gazing
over there
and looking right
here,
so that i could
see more clearly
.
20170428:2333
y

i know without you

i know without you
having to say as much that
there is nothing here

for me – the timing of kisses
and the purposes they serve
.
20170220:1039
y

maybe two out of

maybe two out of
three nights, i find myself
nestled in a geometric
melancholy
, still relying
stubbornly on math
to solve every angle,
calculate the distances
that seem to grow
between here and
there. every once in
awhile, someone throws
me a formula
.
20170209:2202
y

the present is a

the present is a
quiver from which we will pull
memory-tipped arrows

to aim at the past and the
future, anywhere but here
.
20161216:2216
y

being present takes

being present takes
practice –
it’s not so much
about catching
milliseconds
as they pass,
but allowing
them to slip
right through,
unhooked
by this, that,
and the other
.
20161204:2030
y