Graffiti

The side of the road
is our blog.
We posted our poetry
on the side walks
and walls where
the world can see.
This feeling
makes handcuffs
and community service
feel like a party.
As long as train passengers
look up and recognize
where there was love.

A Challenge

She is the type of person
who puts falling in love
on her bucket list
right up there
with visiting each continent
and overcoming her fear
of jumping into
water.

You cannot convince one
like that
with the normal gestures.
Just be almost
unachievable.

Fear

I convince myself

you loved me

                so much

                you went

                              away. 

It happened to be

the one 

time

I was prepared

to stay. 

Maybe we should start

running

together. 

To those who didn't get away

I keep you all in a jar

like a collection of coins

from each journey, holding

on to those who think of me. 

But what is the point 

of all this currency gained

when you have no value

where I want to be? 

Earthquake

I wake up convinced
the great earthquake has occurred.
The west coast will be consumed
by fractured foundations
and an engulf of water.
But no, it is only I who quivers.
Everything else is settled
while my insides are what trembles.