Just Left of Luhman 16 (My Autumn in Colorado)
Spotted, spoiled-milk;
Look beyond these grimy walls
And see the horse tail
Brush into existence fierce vermillion stripes,
Goldenrod veins clambering upwards…
Spotted, spoiled-milk;
Look beyond these grimy walls
And see the horse tail
Brush into existence fierce vermillion stripes,
Goldenrod veins clambering upwards…
Houses that are green are one step ahead
From the ivy that will destroy it someday
I think that ivy is one of my most favorite things about life
Six apples in front of my eyes
Waiting for their greater purpose
Each painted a deep, glossy red, reminding me of the perfume that sits on my desk
The world is alive, screaming and whispering with color.
Color is subtle, averting appreciation.
Color is outright, a shout against the night.
Color is everywhere, within us, beside us,
I want to write,
To let my words pour from my fingertips,
To allow my imagination to run free,
To gift my ideas to others,
To simply put pen to paper.
After all this
The shame
The guilt
The tear between friends
The loss of sleep
The burning of bridges
I still love you
If your sailing
And you feel like your failing,
You might want to think about bailing.
For sailing
With uncertainty
Is most certainly,
You squish,
You squiggle.
What a fine dish,
The way you wriggle.
Your flavor
Your sweetness,
Should be savored.
Dear Mom,
I forgot to buy you something again. I guess I couldn't find anything that expressed my gratitude enough, so I've decided to write you something until I have time to buy you that wine you like.
Dear friend,
your presence in the present moment is the best present I could ask for
ironically, speaking of presents, it seems I've forgotten yours
so I'll hope praise and prose will work until I can buy you candy
The gum sends down a burn to my throat,
I argue with myself if I love it or not.
Its spice is grown from lifeless pleasure,
and distaste has become a full dinner.
Is the rush to my head still worth it?
Looming over your shoulders
Each stack higher than its former
Every thought and every scrap
Of an idea too scared to ponder
Every moment that hurt
Each minute that lingered longer