window and/or longing poem

Full Sized Excavators

I am at the window
looking towards
the giant
machines
against the sunset

I get this
silly feeling like
there is a great hole out there
just waiting

this is what tall grass feels
when swaying softly against

I say outloud
we are a diamond mine

then look at the wall
I imagine you leaning
effortlessly

no cloud between us
no dust or kittens no

I say yup
we minin

I sentimentally
touch your photo

sighing poem

Before I Sit

chair near a wall
that is lit
by a window

pile of boxes on the
other side of that door

oh this small number
of things I witness

the ache of
restless
busyness

another exiting poem

towardwhich

toward door

there is something
to enjoy in these slow
motions there must be
I look around all the time
because there is not much
else to do I don't know
I think it makes me
look nervous
exiting
I like boring sometimes
I sigh on the steps

toward car

exiting poem

Echoingy

shoes touch hardwood
as shouts are made

nothing angry
just loud

still
I pull my jacket
in around me

thanksgiving poem

Towardache

the gathering
of people

more than can
fit on a warship

we are of hovercrafts
moving above rubber ducks

the goggles
stay on the rack
through the demolition

I will wave to you
while I throw the
smallest parts
of our walls
into the
crater

dirty bird poem

Endzone

spiked football
bouncing up

touches my helmet
very quickly

just before I dance

poem on earth

Itual

Where the island parts the river
that is where I place the plastic
skeleton in the water

I hold hands up
above my head
as I walk toward
the shore

sounds of small animals
I don’t need to crush
as I watch the flame
float away as it fills
with water quickly
extinguished

fall against
the wet dirt
imagining
someone walking
up behind me
shaking their head

I slightly raise my
eyebrows and nod

that makes my
reflection
move

flags poem

That's

unnoticably I heal
I heal and I remember

that is
what's so
good

short vision poem

Twenty Five Seconds of Vision

there was a marina
surrounded by
plastic in the shape
of boats next to a wide
river with trees at either side
near the foot of a mountain
where an antennae was on the peak
a few miles below the airplane
that disappeared into the cloud

my poems have always been love poems

Painless Ain’t Touchy

I walk around town
in midday sunglasses

elegant flight
of birds above
I hear echoes
shake em off

I lean on the garbage can
and study the trashifacts
they don’t seem so bad
to me from here
they are powerless

I trip on the sidewalk
bodyskid and all
laughing and all I get up
shakeless knees

the terminator continued
because of programming
my emotions power me on
I continue towards you
and no one is shooting me
but if they were
no bother
bullets ain’t got shit
right now

effortless overcome
we will tower over me
protecting me to find you

short watery poem

Usnuss

There are these two
lakebed stones
touching that
fish as I
pull reel
and up it
towards

mumpkin poem

I’m Gonne Wrap My Arms Around You

sometimes when people dig
from one side of the earth to

I know I cannot dive in
then I will fall
through and off

but if I leverage
against this
rock

there will be slow
stretch armstrong action
and I will feel this entire distance

enduring the core
of the planet
to touch you

poem while imagining

Power Makes Me Cry

sometimes when I share
my emotions publicly
I am overtaken
and cry
like a little
because I am so
happy to be saying
that exact phrase
to someone
after thinking it
so long

nonreligous poem

Forest of Gosh

where the dirt is
that is where I lay down
there is no hippo nearing
I smell nothing

am free
of fear
for now

I roll from my stomach to my back
just to stare at the sun for a bit

I swear
in that moment Of white light
overtaking eyeballs
I saw the shape of you
like a body in the doorway
of the bedroom
late at night

shake it off
I doublecheck
no
you are not descending
not just yet

cryptic poem that isnt scared

Made of Bloods

I am
it has been proven to me
through force

there are birds and leaves
floating on air currents
twenty feet above my heart
and just below the tops of trees

right now
nothing is wrong at all

no retreat
nope
I know what
I am made of

I ain't scared