crumbles

I want to reach out
and scoop up a handful
of that
green crumble cake topping
outside my window
so that i may feel
the way the mountain does
when the green grows lush
I want to sit inside
a cloud
with the family of rain droplets
and contemplate the color of the sky
before i fall
back to the earth
I want to be the song you sing
in the morning
when you are happily alone
so i never loose
the sound of your voice
humming in my heart

happy

A thunderous beat pounds within my chest
I'm running to catch a breathe that refuses to stay put
Cheeks sore; stuck resting high above a toothy smile
I've let go of my responsibilities
like colorful balloons to float away into the atmosphere
Caution has been tossed in the river
Care thrown to be feasted on by the clouds
and I sit marinating in this sultry contentment
terribly happy

short

today i

was cold

it was

windy

partially cloudy

and bitter

possible too

much so to

be outside

Don't

while you lay amongst the dust bunnies, fallen hairs, rows of fabric, and mutters of your subconscious freed from restraint by the nectar of night, don't forget I am still here.
Sitting bound by my thoughts of you.

Poison Ivy

Bulbous
Red Rash
is crawling and spreading to every
inch of my skin
Thick
persistent
itching is nagging each and every pore
down into the depth of my being
I
Hate
Poison Ivy

wetter

drips drops
chipper grey rain falls
pitter patter
sloshing the drops in all directions
heal and toe
one next to the other
running in the downpour
my toes are soggy
I'm melting
I love the rain

Good Morning

My lungs are screaming some sticky black song of sadness
My veins are shaking, pulsing, and crying as this caffeine soaks into their deep wells of blood
My eyes are cracking; dry beneath old contacts long left upon them
My toes are numb, wet, and over-watered from the weeping grey sky
and my mind
is tired, sore, and quite terribly blank