a place

everything has a place
the grass beyond the sidewalk
the treeish green space
the long stretches of walk
the sun going low
clouds like strokes of paint
the blue azure that we inhabit

and you

dedication

my poems are little paper songs
dedicated to my lovers
the ones yet to come, the present and the past
I wish them there and they dance in the air
land like snowflakes on their lips, their hair

so he may taste my words on his tongue
lean into my poems for comfort and for warmth
laugh as I kiss him good morning and good night
my poems let him sleep
while I stay up all night

the Dream

the dream is one day at a time
a window
just this wide
everything else is unknown, fear and horror
but this
lying down in the afternoon on the soft skin of my arm on the couch
feeling so sad-happy that any thought, text or conversation may make me cry
dear God
this is it. 

I want to understand my own life
I do not want someone else there in front of me
blocking my view or breaking my stride

I've got my own mind, sometimes cruel, sometimes kind

Special

My parent's happiness makes me laugh extra
I smile and exchange a happy look with my brother
There is so much specialness! I say funny things
To make everything easy

The weekend

Saturday night
its almost dead tonight
there is no money
no career, no finished projects
tonight my room begs for company
little sounds come from far places
the clothes on my bed
propel towards me
I lean into them
clothed, warm, worn.

Patterns

catch a word like a wing on your tongue
swallow it and let it grow on your back
etched in grey and gold like a hunting falcon
soar slow in the twisting spirals of the wind
let yourself feel the pattern, the lift, the drift

Father

there is no changing an old man
there is no talking to him
both he and I live in a mosaic
within which we must
hold our own.
what sort of a father is this, but he is mine
my actions, my words too, are all wrong.

celestial bodies

here is the wide empty sky above me
where are her clothes?
her air hits my face in silence
stars are showing. the moon
is a bellybutton gem among them
I am in bliss in this intimacy