I would, absolutely, smoke if it wouldn't kill me Roll out of bed and scratch that match Revel in the sweet sizzle as I light the world up Inhale deeper than my lungs pause, savor, exhale Yes, I would absolutely smoke if it wouldn't kill me
Tag: free-verse
Laojialess
I want to go home now can you tell me where that is?
Ash
Today I touched your life with gloved hands your story in a few hundred pages your heartbreaks and handguns the worlds you hoped to build for yourself in that flurry of receipts and licenses your father's obituary the picture posed with your mom I imagined that day you signed over your son to someone else's care and every hour you bent over another child's hands as you taught him to play with bow and strings In the end this is each of us wrapped in paper ash, and loose change
Blush
The next time we pass in hallway or lift I might have to smile and stifle a blush School was long ago but I thrill at the sight of you here in a forest of towers delighted to glimpse a silver fox
Kafka
There are some things that one can only achieve by a deliberate leap in the opposite direction. One has to go abroad in order to find the home one has lost.
Franz Kafka
There is more than one way to unearth your life. Time has gone before you to mark out a way to go: forward, inward, onward, abroad to wander in fields and in markets, creating an order among the days. To know the terrain, to find the molten center within yourself, the still point, a home within your own breath, one beat of your heart has ensured you can never be lost
Enough
At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough.
Toni Morrison
This is the moment when I allow myself to be overtaken by this, all of this Allow my heart to be broken unmended and undone call it friend just as I find it
Alexandria
If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hope.
St. Clement of Alexandria
What is hope, but imagination
lifted from the ordinary?
Pahts to lead us, one day
to something we might love
and the belief
that even our own
small
selves
might walk those ways
into those lives
Curve
I want to look at you the curve of your lip Feel the soft stubble of your chin against my cheek Hear you swallow before you speak My name a gentle rumbling in your chest
Come Here
come sit with me here while I unravel come lie with me here while it all unwinds this clockwork universe ticks on and on beautiful in its precision undeterred by our worries so in the midst of this great cosmic gyre come sigh with me here and let the world spin on
The Perfect is Often the Enemy of the Good
The only way to be perfect is to breathe is to put feet to the ground often without knowing the way. Your only enemy is the insistence of some other voice the argument you might be good if only you were different