Death

Death is sitting by the pool
watching the orange light
through the lazy swaying trees
until 9 pm
Everyone I loved was fine
somewhere
being themselves
Knew that I loved them
All the cities in the world were
just being too
There was no where to go
Nothing to seek
No dream to feed
No one to know
Nothing to resolve
No hunger to fill
No one to miss
Nothing wrong to fix

6 AM

Woke up 

To an electric room

My bed and me 

The paintings too

We all sat in a light bulb 

 Like a transparent fabric 

Spread evenly through out the room

reflecting the sun 

My brain lost its rthyms last week

Somehow changing from one side to the other side of the world

Was too much 

Never used to be

My eyes too 

They can't see 

everything is blurry

The beginning of the next

Eleven years begins

A Year After

I walked past her on the sidewalk
While the 2am birds sang their hellos
She was white
a pink light lined her body
Her smile was a wave in the ocean growing in intensity as she came closer to you
Your hands, hers and yours, untwisted under the metal lamp
on the corner of Corcoran and New Hampshire

U would be back

She and I converged this morning
When the sun rose

A blue light in the window
And you weren't there
But he was
Unfamiliar new routine
I wanted ours back
It wasn’t on the shelf
Our way our wake
A memory leeching onto the present
I paused the film of our morning
And returned back to him
He faced me
Distracting me
U never did
There's no show

Here
He doesn't sing and dance

Now she is gone
And it's just me

All that remains
Is this
 a siphon lodged
 Inside my breast
It empties me
You are the ocean I want to embrace and bring home

She tried
Ambition betrayed
She could only swim for so long
Before your tide changed

I stand before the water
Both of you gone
I do not go in
I stay
Watch from the shore

Color Blind

If I found you

W ur abilities to

Cook and clean

Support

And fix

Love and give

Watch and do

If I found you

Id have to give you a 

Flaw

What would it be

Not laziness

Certainly 

Not cruelty

Perhaps

You could be color blind

Yes that'll do

Train to New York

Everytkme the train stops

The lights and sounds inside go dark

Like its a crisis

It slows and the track lights are blink

The aisleway and is not visible 

And darkness descends abruptly

Like something is over

And we must get off

The lights come back

And my head leans against 

The little bit of window I have

The sun is going slow in leaving

So Pink colors the quickly passing 

View

A bridge has been abandoned below it

And unplanned and  adventurous green burst from below it

Abandoned by us filled in by them

Airplane to Beirut

Is the moon full early 

Or is it because we are up here

Not down there

The air grumbles a deep 

Muzzled  complaint

Offended by the plane's intrusive 

Needling into it's space 

The sounds is a wind tunnel we all ignore

Something's changed. 

A woman peeled her way out 

Of my skin

To see the world on the other end of this flight through her eyes...