Posted on February 26, 2016
I am a planet,
you are a traveler,
seeking home.
Maybe a planet can orbit at ease,
while a traveler plays.
Maybe a planet can be a traveler,
a traveler a planet.
Maybe travelers can find a home,
be a home.
You are a planet,
I am a traveler,
seeking home.
Maybe a traveler can handle
when a planet fissures and quakes.
Maybe a planet can handle
when a traveler needs space.
We are planets,
we are travellers.
Carefully,
seeking home.
Posted on February 22, 2016
I am a planet,
you are a traveler,
seeking home.
I have clean water,
green trees.
You evaluate conditions.
Maybe you’ll find cleaner waters,
greener trees.
elsewhere.
So you travel.
Cautiously,
seeking home.
I am a planet.
I want to be your home.
But then I don’t.
Because don’t feel like enough
when you assess and weigh.
You are a traveler,
and travelers never find home.
Posted on February 22, 2016
I’d like to show you my reservations.
Check the cupboard, in the usual place.
Reservations about reservations,
and a reserved nature.
Depleting reserves and abstracting salvation.
Complications and condensation on my favourite glass.
It’s a bit slippery and I’m not sure how to handle it.
Put it down right now.
Posted on February 15, 2016
I am a lake without a choice.
Matter thrown inside sinks out of sight and mind,
lost in the reservoir– decomposses.
Becoming part of the waters, blending with foreign archaic sediment.
But waters recede,
Sediment takes form.
I see clearly the solid refuse.
I am not a lake, I have a voice,
and sound waves distort reflections of you.
I have mass.
Enough to throw down like a hammer and shatter offshore rubble.
Fossils remain like battle scars that tattoo my solid, solid form.
I am not a lake, my body another kind.
I am a warrior clad in titanium, echoing cries that insist victory.
Ablaze with sun that dries spittle from existence.
Posted on January 18, 2016
I’m dancing in dust and space and rhyme.
Give me a moment to collect myself.
Wait no.
Trees are gold and the streets rain silver and sun.
I’m seeing you and you’re seeing me and we see everyone.
Hold your hair and heart and bump noses because it’s not too close.
Wake up, examine self, shower.
Where are my socks.
Sitting.
Posted on January 15, 2016
Maybe.
But…
Yeah, I think he was fair.
He acted reasonably.
I definitely support you.
I understand you.
But maybe…
Did you explain?
Can you hear me?
…
Posted on December 21, 2015
Posted on November 27, 2015
Cracking, tip-toeing, smiling,
Motion happened again.
Thinking about “place, purpose and struggle,”
it’s unnecessary.
Avoided check.
Posted on August 27, 2015