(for Blair)
©2015
Fire burning
Heat of summer
Loins humming
Heat of summer
Rain falling
Heat of summer
You’re calling
Heat of summer
Can’t hear your voice
Through the heat
Can’t feel your mind
Through the street
Want to know
Where to meet
Somewhere deep in
Heat of summer
Angels call
In the summer
Night falls
In the summer
Tear down walls
In the summer
Back to the All
In the summer
Back to the All
In the summer
Back to the All
In the summer
©2017
In the hours before I opened my eyes
To the long nights ahead of no sleep
I could see a sliver of sound
And waterfalls of tears
And a hand grasping
And no one shouting at anyone
Then the air was still
I oh so briefly slept
Dreaming of morning
Dreaming of the sound
Of the air moving along my fingertips
As I counted the minutes till you left
©2017
The most interesting thing about me
Is hard to explain
It’s like what happens when you tear the roof
Off your house, and find
The inside has disappeared
That’s how I feel on rainy days
And when she said “No way in hell.”
And when I laughed at the diagnosis.
I am not the sum of the parts that are so interesting,
But I am glad the parts are there
Hanging by a thread
Or a wire
Or a thought
Or something that was whispered on the wind.
The most interesting thing about me is that I am alive.
©2017
I remember the first time
I opened the door to the refrigerator
Looking for food
And realized that it was my soul
That was hungry
And then I turned around
Looking for you
But I was apparently sleepwalking
Through my past
As if you never existed
As if I never dreamt of you
As if I never dreamt at all
Because I never slept