I need to fool you,
A bikini of sand washed ashore on a tongue of stars, betting against height on a swing set of sky,
This is no different though it looks the same,
I know I know, it’s not the same,
Someday I’ll shake hands with butterflies like sideburns on the dark side of the sun
The liar said
He invented the sky.
I believed him.
He raised the pillars of time and space.
Again I believed.
In return a thief gave me his apple trees.
The blood was dry on the moon.
Clouds filled the sky,
Torches for shampoo.
Till the soul said, these shoes are too tight.
That’s why shadows are important,
They tend to adhere to you,
So you are not what you are not.
all the great hats
eat black stars
all the poetic scarves
drown in bathtubs
attempting to establish
the joy in tears
all the great leaps
are leapt in silence
so don’t bedraggle your noggin
being belated about it
there is no difference
because nothing’s the same
to my friend to whom i love
i haven’t asked your name
excuse us both we are drunk
we have outlasted the revelry
of the others
how strange the morning is before it arrives
thank god i bought $punctuation$
to make cents
of what i write. i soled the
souls of old shoes
for midnight daisies
what will you
think of me, stranded in joy, wearing
only the twilight, i’ve made friends with
sparrows and seagulls, train tracks, the
abandoned streets of a tired city, what would
you know of something this obscure and ruthlessly
empty?
of the bitter turns of happiness? sunlight through
the window moves from the top of my bed
to the foot of my bed, so go my afternoons. what
will you think of the shapes of my ink? the books
i haven’t read?
i will surrender nothing
don’t bother to prod
this heart is slowly drowning in a pool of stars
