neurotic hands refusing to
let the cracks in the walls
fulfill their destiny
don’t have a chance against
the full spread
it hurts to watch them
come to grips
with it
studies in white (2)
micropoetry
studies in white (1)
squint
close one eye
hold out your thumb
pour forth
your testament
studies in green (5)
the tall tales
had a fire sale, no mercy,
no shame, and nothing
left behind
studies in green (4)
all arguments
appear tame
beside the symphony
studies in green (3)
don’t the worthy feelings
just walk away
don’t the reason you just paid for
come anyway
park your quiet ass
in direct line of sun
wait for patterns that when written,
will come
studies in green (2)
i fought through the moment
and another one came
there they were
lined up again
for i,
in my cushion, distressed
champion of uneasy rest
studies in green (1)
born to be wild
there was no option
there was no other thing to say
texture (5)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
texture (4)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
texture (3)
when i was young i lived in
little windows
i stood on chairs
and reached and touched ceilings
