Friday, November 6, 2015


I am down to looking at your profile every other day on a good week,
Maybe once daily in a bad one
(But it’s probably more)
In the moments I miss you most,
I hope for your safe passage to every iteration of who you will become
In the moments I hate you most for leaving me,
I choose to simply understand why

I have bought into the lie
Signed and sealed
The nothing lie, the one sold to women like me by men like him
I am nothing
Nothing I do matters
There is nothing that could be better for me than him
(When I know the best is always you)

The swamp is dry and cool and I lay on rotted moss,
Grabbing at it until it becomes dust, a handshake with the inevitable,
Waiting for the river to rise,
So that the rocks in my pocket are claimed by the wolf again
Where freedom might be... a darkness where your face,
Mouth, and embrace can’t be remembered.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The Last Best Time

The Bell Jar has nothing on the bell state,
(Though some outcomes seem random, they usually aren't)
knowing that each quibit of us, DNA, RNA, Nano-possibilities
exists on this plane separate but so very connected.

...That if we had just arraigned our equations for the right outcome,
it could have been.

But is there even a right and left in reflection?
(I still touch my hand to yours from the other side of the mirror, every day)

We live outside of the entanglement, decoupled. detached.
The theory of us greater than any spirit,
But it's just theory
And can be applied to anyone, so it should seem...

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

We Break Ground II

The war horse makes war
The peace horse, peace
A bushel of our limited time is spent building and rebuilding
And not enough asking forgiveness
(soil can’t hear our toil, unless we lay in it and then: it’s too late)

In our inherent laze we create malaise, between each other and our mother
We leap forward only to bind ourselves backwards.

To the technocrat brat, renew your energy by breathing trees
Build a fire and cook the food you grow, the animal you hunt…
Sleep under the Milky Way and drink, let your infant eyes nurse this galaxy
And then tell me if the space you spoil with wires and buyers
Is worth the loss?

We Break Ground I

The winds are finally here

I've been summoning them,
Thinking elemental mental thoughts while they left me here heated cold,
Winter's white, somber stillness a beautiful curse...
(deaf ears, vertical horizons, and all things star-crossed and tainted)

And on these winds now I send to you my skin
Still supple with youth's last whispered hurrah. Tanned like ancestor sun toil, freckled
Laughter and tears in sun and rain
I send my voice, a deeply soft reminder of the moons we've traveled, calling to one another
one step ahead... Sometimes galaxies behind
I swirl my breathe towards you from the deepest inhale, searching for your scent among spring's seedling intent
in these winds.
You, my content
My comfort
My home
My air.

Thursday, August 20, 2015


I want you on me, in me
Around me, up and down me
Across me, against me
Everywhere we share energy
Friction in fractions
Equally unbounded
Every inch gently pounded
Pinned against your wall
Orgasms twenty feet tall
You know,
That's all.


Painting by Ioyan Mani (Sioux translation: Walk Beyond)

You were the most magnificent glitch in my binary
A number so unlike any,
A break in the monotony of code this
Code that
That I do not know how to neatly end the statement.
(A slash will not do, nor a parenthetical)
So I am trying something theoretical
Heretical even…

I will listen for your voice through every telescopic array
Through known galaxies and beyond, wormholes, dark matter
(Like a lost Gaia searching for her Aether, when she realized that sky is no match for essence)
And if I hear one perfect three, I’ll know it’s you
To make my way home and meet you at forever

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Nash Vegas

On the twin flame experience:

The way it worked
I had to walk into your bar
And it had to be winter solstice, the darkest
And it had to be that song

though now I don't remember any noise,
my free-bird raven
(breathe, beating heart. breathe, beating heart)
Clink, cheers
Back to life, back to reality

Your green squint envyted this,
hungry jades
using you
to seduce myself remember my lips and hips
dancing eyes
...the unparalleled, power between my thighs

So, I let myself
Be tangled up in the blue of your strawberry hair,
a seeming field of for-never.

I went from player to played
In two shakes of your wolf in sheep's cotton tale
(kiss, breaking heart. kiss, breaking heart.)

Alternate current and direct current,
All shook up.

We bled sister rosetta red
the cords our story was destined to obey
the last note, where i lose the you and I
we made
(someone i didn't have to give away)

Like every song written, but never played.