Thursday, March 21, 2013

Nail


a nail stood tall
in the threshold
of the doorway
the door couldn't close




Saturday, February 9, 2013

Personal

The things that others
can't see
don't know

Friday, February 8, 2013

You and Me

Its like a rock
in a crashing ocean
a tree in
hurricane wind
you sit still and certain

i love u
like home

It Happens

It Happens
like sunshine behind
light rain
you may not notice its heat
right away
you may not notice the light at all
but there it is
making diamonds
out of every drop

It Happens
like color
that splashes
onto a wall
changing plain
to magnificent

It Happens
Slow like
the pink the grows
and shrinks
behind orange and blue
jagged lines
a sight you could miss
if you looked away
or became distracted
for even a second

Dripping slowly like fig jam
soaking through toast
It Happens

If you asked me before
or if you asked me after
the answer would be the same

that tender
taste of
love
is sweetest
when its ripe
and falls
on its own





My Ode to Ashkan



 There’s a guy
Who I’ve known
For not even a year
Though I’ve seen his curls
Wiggle to the sky
And his smiles
change the traffic lights

There was a morning
When I was so sad
He sent me moving pictures of him
In the basement next to the pink box of detergent
A boxy black and white instrument
In his hands
Up and down sound shoot through
Computer speakers
And suddenly
There’s life
Green is growing
Maybe a sun is shining
And hidden from under
A mound of Emptiness
Is a smile
Previously lost
In a pocket
Of a coat
I thought I gave away

He told the Richards to shut up
Certain and stubborn
So I did too

His heart is rare, like a stone
No one knows the name of yet

He’s a quiet guy
Though they think he’s loud
He’s cooking ideas
When others are sleeping

He’s loba
and he is very important
like a badge that gets you into
some awesomeness room