Thursday, December 17, 2015

Love Me

like you loved your first
car with the dents
and rust and windows
that don't roll up or down,
stuck in one place and on some
days, just the right place.

like that stray mutt
that doesn't leave you alone
ever since you made 
the mistake of feeding it. 

like autumn
even if it gets cold because 
of that sweater you always wear
that some people tell you is ugly.

imperfectly 
timelessly. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Lunar Man

He stands next to me
our arms brushing
like many summer nights
on the same white picketed porch.
He points out how the moon's
brightness matches December's
briskness. I turn slightly away
to view 
and I see him
and the man of craters mirroring
each other. I wonder
if he now sees himself
like I do:
illusive, yet so fucking real
for those who went through
space and stars
to land there. 

Friday, December 11, 2015

Enlightened

I desperately
consume understanding
because you are a
psychedelic metaphor
I struggle to comprehend. 
Can we walk barefoot
even in the gravel
to feel everything
like it was intended?
I craved a travel partner
and this trip
confirms your perfection:
a sober mystery,
but I am enlightened. 

Monday, December 7, 2015

Temporary Affection

This must be
how tree branches feel
about strong winds
moving them
to the point of breakage
yet never committing
to being a hurricane
that will carry 
them: limbs, bark,
trunk and roots -
until the end.