Inside

My blood flows sometimes
Like raw silk
Soft and crunchy,
Punctually throbbing

A thunderstorm
Pink with dusk
Slurred
With a swirling of wine

But it is more today
Like a snowball
Of flowers
And salt
Sifted soft

To make it crumble
And lack.

Cyd

Twirling,
Pink and perfect,
You slipped
Into our world

Drenched
With hope
And wings
You filled our circle
Full

With the purity
Of presence
You clung
To what is yours

Serenity and breath
And this family
Of four.

Less Than

Who am I
If only a French kid
With a few scrapes and recipes
For brioche
And ratatouille

Reality slinks
Deep
Like a gulp of glass
Shattered,

I am only me
A cliché
Admitedly

Shirking
The ordinary
By the marshy sliver
Of my left brain
Sometimes absent
Of succulence
And/or.

Demographic

Living in italics
In between
Cogent unsaid words

Where is my column
Net or gross

Stapled

In between

The slanted
Stupid
Sharp and brilliant

With a touch or a syllable
I could shape this world

Slightly

Instead I am drowning
In projections
Drenched
In guesses
Masquerading
As trends

We cannot predict the future

As 8 to 5 revolves
We pretend to understand
Numbers
And how they define bodies and minds

I am left only
With this.

Symphony

I get up in the middle of night
To count her breaths
My hand on her back
A slice of fear

And I am thankful
Every time

I feel

The movement
And smile
Of her blood
Pumping.

Multi Media

If I could draw with words
I would sketch an empty bookshelf
Embarrassed
By its lack
I would write Wet Wet
With the thickest, blackest ink

And drench the linen, luscious
Spines of sentences
With lead letters

The wooden shelves would throb
With the weight
Of consonants

I would draw the dusty hand
Of a lonely L
That has seldom been held
The waiting
Thick
On its neck

I would fill its hollow frame
With vowels
To make it
Feel.

Ordinary Dread

There is dust
On the observation deck
A flagrant symbol
Of the missing muse

Not to mention
The smashed mosquito
Sticking to the sweat
Of my neck

Alive and flailing

Like this heart
Bulging, hopeful,
Beating,
Despite the
Sting.