surprised
that
i met you
not
surprised that
i
live alone

i was
like that once

then evolved

became
more like
a small bird
or
horse
you could ride
around

time
and
the universe

seeds
turning
into trees

housing
for birds

centuries
quite a few
days

eating
waiting
for something
other
than this

something new
a
subspecies

water
and space

never
stop dreaming

waiting
for silence

***

there is music
being played
daily
rain that never stops
remembers
feels the water
knows
about
fire too

can
ride a rain
drop

two
one
none

if
i could
just
get thru
today

miss you
because
i know
you
are not here
anymore

makes me sad

poetry
should never
be
about death
like
who wants to
hear
about how you
are sitting in
a room
somewhere
dying

holding
myself hostage
had a big
gun
pointed
at the door
and one more
pointed
at my head

inspired
you were my
inspiration

put away the past
drive
carefully
place me
in the mirror

was
a baker for
an upscale
restaurant
in chicago

i made doughnuts
filled
with homemade soda
and
once and awhile
ingredients
scrapped
from my shoe

those
sold
and tasted better
so
i quit
opened a goldmine

does it
sound

just feels like
silence

quick
play a song
that
makes me
want
to seal your wounds
and
grow lavender

here
we go again

the sun thru
the window

the chip monks
speaking chip monk

the stupidity of
television

the anxiety in
everything

the lonliness in
watermellon

the happiness i see
in you

suddenly
i know
something

it comes
in a glass
check
for tannins

can feel now
again even use
tools like a screw
driver

build
what i want