The Momentum Whip: A Spirit-Garb

“Let your emotions in. See the glimmer of each feeling in your honest irises.

They shine with the uncut dazzle of Babylon- a rare treasure indeed.”

The Last Last Band Camp Night

The Fitzgerald of three years ago still feels so close,

But somehow everything found it’s way back to me then.

Happy Birthday, Eleanor.

Before all else, nothing was coincidental. Each avian felt a deep, reflexive understanding of their place like guests at a numbered party table. Seventy-one of them, Eleanor counted in gleeful shock. She had almost forgotten the age she was turning. Seventy-one, she recited in her head. She clung to the number like a beloved memento.  

Dream No. 1

I can be a nice blue sky,

Waking from a dream in twilight.

Birdshit Reminders

It baffles me how easy it is to forget the real reasons we live.

What’s your reason for doing what you are right now?

Helter Skelter:

I’ve traded my treats for the hilltop bungalow,

“Coated in amber, bleeding mauve through the cracks

Of a broken glass sunset.”

I’ve Been There Before

“The look on two people’s faces, closely conjoined

One shows the other something they love,

You can tell it in the wrinkles of their smile and the high in their eyes.

The other person- disjointed. Façades of pleasure coat themselves in a silicone mask

To feign the feelings the other has, naturally coursing through them.”

Dad

When I look in the crystalline shards of a morning’s reflection, I’m seeing more and more of the reflection you’ve …

Coldness Overtakes Duality

“But I’ll always love myself,

So I keep writing and forgetting,

Marking my memories in these sullen elegies,

So I don’t have to hold on.”

The Smell of Spring

“The tectonic plates of our faces will change again, the cascading waves at the top of our pores

Will ring opalescent in shifting beauty obscured by bright eyes.”