For Basic Health

Do Something          (Anything)

Be Somewhere         (Anywhere)

Say Some Words       (Anywords)

Hold Someone          (Anyone)

Walk Someplace       (Anyplace)

Eat Some Fruit         (Anyfruit)

Make Some Dream    (Anydream)

Take Time, Think    (Anythink)

Drink Some Tea       (Anytea)

Love Something       (Fearlessly)


May it be our greatest honor
to find a Sphere
where we once perceived
a Straight Line.

The sun sets and truly so

The sun sets
and truly so,
in the west
and not
someone else's metaphor,

then I will sleep-
so really sleep,
not for soul
but minimum wage-
it will meet me
in the dark
after some hours.

My drive
will be ignition,
not ambition,
miles per hour
stop-go
honest transportation.

Tonight I teared
but did not weep-
more than tired
less than withered
altogether
all together

I remember telling myself

I remember
telling myself
that it's okay to write,
to not be afraid of drawing,
to draw every day, even,
that it's important to draw.

I remember
when caring was
the most important thing
I could think of,
when loving was
the greatest feeling in the world,
and when the pain
of love lost
was an honor-
a victory, even.
For loving the most.

I remember
lacking inhibition,
striding into art
and care and love
as if nothing was easier-
I think the secret to it
was knowing
I was good at drawing
and caring
and loving.

I remember
telling myself
to never forget that.

I was not sleeping

When the world crumbles
it cracks the creases of the
undone red-swimming-yellow,
color and crumble
to make the heart
shake, shatter, to settle
into the back corner
of its cage-

Did you know
that you
and the world
could move
a heart so?

The gestation of a
thought turned word
absurd, if consistent
nice, with distance
wrong at present-
"Wake yourself"
but I was not sleeping-

I was not sleeping.

But thinking-
my thought young, yes,
but breathing,
and if I forgave you
for pulling her from her place
(through nostrils?)
despite premature blood
that fell down the hollow
of my neck,
I could not forgive myself
for not having her back.

Words that I held in my hand

Words
that      I
  held in my    hand
but   crushed
  like
the  child who
suffocates  a chick
on Easter         Sunday -
      that dig  their
 talons     into
my throat
        before      touching
 lips     words
and all I could ever
                                   words
wish to know

let them
                    (words)
grow

let them

   grow

let     them                grow

For whom you stole your roses

For whom
you stole
your roses
from where
you planted
seeds -

love in
latent violence
is love
is love indeed