thinking about..
I. enigma
she emits nostalgia,
moves in small breaths evading ammonia.
she is like a labyrinth; if you press against her walls in just the right place you can hear the rushed steps and the songbirds within her.
you can hear yourself walking past on the other side.
the great enigma,
may we meet again.
II. sss
the sea spills over us up on damp air,
our clothes turn wet to skin,
and we search for anchor.
out here, when we scream the horizon shifts and we sail through seas of stars, sink with a beavers coarse tail,
drift on the edge of empty tin cans, combust into comets that orbit their sky.
we are our captain.
III. mariá
im sorry.
IV. arlo
on all these paths askew,
son of breathless wind, mother of arkadia,
with all the tides working to conspire
the very atoms composed of him.
like a photon, a golden shower of fiery flames,
he speeds through the universe
thinking that if he could fathom the faltering rhythms of his own electrons
he'd finally be at rest.
and if he explodes into a million fragments scattering over streetcars,
let me be the nest he returns to at dawn.
V. work in progress..
Winter 
Night Weather: 
Clear Moon: 
5
Infected Wound
