when i die bury me in the garden

lay my soul to rest

underneath picnic table and pavement

down below your surface, blanketed in soft warm dirt is caresses me far less gently than intended

worn down off-white dirty converse

collected in it’s fabric each cherished memory, and

every aching step i took towards home with you

dusted over celiephane dandelions

wilted honeysuckle and red roses

dandel...

simple joys cound be found

by counting each possible galaxy one could find

shimmering tiny, twinkling possibilities, floating aimlessly across the coastline, scattered

in an endless expanse behind that dark shine in your eyes giving birth to new dimensions

silently emerging unexpectedly, from those depths

these strange new universes in the sky

born into existence without any clear intention ...

the trip is long and strange

the cherry falls off your cigarette,

dusty blinds that shade the window,

the veins in the back of my hand

they all exhale inhale exhale in unison

bubbled drip off the ceiling as smoke falls

falls straight from my ears,

and i can hear my goldfish singing jazzy blues songs down the hall next to my grandma’s bedroom

which is full of butterflies and spies

while nosy n...

it’s hard for me to forget the things i hold

so dearly

to let them breathe as they once were without me

when all i think about is them

their warmth, their smile

how cold they were towards me

frozen in my hands

breaking under my touch

but i still love you

and always will

whether it’s my sun and stars that warm you

or another’s, sparkling new...

an itchy festering under my skin

the bags under my eyes

designed by plastic straws in dark venues

no wonder i can’t see clearly

but does it even matter

when you’re sound asleep

delusional, dreaming

what does it mean when sleep won’t find you

no matter how much you cry

scream

at the sound of your alarm clock buzzing

wishing you would bug me

like the itching in my knees, tied

hooked to you like a ju...

i framed your art

and you framed mine

we loved each other

at opposite times

it’s raining here, in another state

i wonder about your state of mind

and if you wonder the same of mine...

the threads of your t-shirt

three sizes too large for me, ties me up in security

keeps me wrapped up peacefully

when i’m ready for bed

and keeps you close to me when i miss you

and i can’t sleep

and oh, how i miss you

the boxers you hated for yourself so you gave to me, two pair

rolled at the waistband so they fit me

just the way you fit me...

my life’s been a series of blues and pinks and greens lately, a pretty sight

and while i’m nestled within all of those hues is when i think of you fondly, of who you are, who you aren’t, and of who you will eventually be, in all capacity

and that’s what i think of love and all it’s pain

it’s that it spreads itself equally. 50/50

pain that wills itself to always be there

jagged fingertips wrap...

the baseball cards i bought for you

are still sitting on my dresser

i’m afraid my heart will ache for you

collecting dust forever...