Poetry
Here you will find my poetry.
Amid the Debris (published in The Republican Journal
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Amid the Debris
The Moon weeps for Turkey
Her tears, tears each a soul
The whole city smells
of Dead people
Moon moon show me your heart
Come, you’ll hear the voices
Calling from the rubble
Moon moon don’t be afraid
The nation looks and looks
And the nation looks to the moon
24, 48, 72, 200 hours below
Little boys weep
Hoping—their cries are heard
7.2 took and takes and takes
4400 and my heart aches
Moon moon tell me why
Why leave so many alone?
Their eyes look up
Our heads hang down down
How the loved Grey Wolf
Screams for Turkey
The moon waves the red flag
But he too searches for his people
The moon weeps for Turkey
Her tears, tears each soul
The wind carries the smell
of Dead people
Make It Make Sense
To be a digital native
My words are my labor
Open fire an army
Delivered with a silencer
One million black mirrors masquerading as
Soldiers, nurses, officers,
This is not the world our parents built
One like for aid but never a gravity of impact
Fills your feed
Breathe in the chemicals
Take a hit
A burning man dies irreverent
Two million likes
Ten thousand shares
Weep for the dead on the screen
But never the dead in our streets
To be a digital native
My words are my labor
Shoot me down til I subscribe
My mother’s activism cannot penetrate
Such a glass defense
So I write to make it make sense
And the ground around me burns
Mariposa
And you watch her from your window of hope
Nothing seems as real as her
Not the birds in the sky or the pedestal you sit on
Her wings, sex and beauty
And her smile, the heat of the moment
She gives you wonder and you take it as a promise
The wind picks up outside the library
The sky still pale blue
Somewhere there’s a child looking at the moon.
A man missing his train.
A butterfly ashamed of her wings.
A Plea
Listen to the glaciers
That move with the night
Nights which will be no longer
When the moon kills our sight
Tolerate me with love letters
Underline me with regret
Ventriloquize me with sorrow
Listen to the glaicers
That move with the night
But baby please don't use
Xerographic paper for my portrait
But draw me in ice under the
Moon’s sallow glow
Solitude’s Estate
Opposite my company
Rests a castle cursed with
Composition
Where bumblebees speak
In rhyme and fairies laugh
And listen
Contrasting my company
Lies a place no one can find me
I’m alone
Living in a tower
No wide-eyed boy could climb
Each day I wake up
To my dreams still coloring
On the porcelain walls
And I walk through living rooms
That change to the color of my mood ring
Opposite my company
Are walls glistening in honey
On the kitchen table, you’ll find
Prose aging in jars and
Pennies landing heads up
From forgotten tosses in wishing wells
On the porch, I often read until
My heart bleeds
But I’ll be fine
In no time
Because someone loves me on the other side
And someday I’ll take you here with me
I’ll show you women’s hospitality
From here, I’ll lead you to the willow tree
Where we’ll find immortality
She lives up there with auburn hair
Satin green leaves make up her crown
But we’ll have to go up to her
Because she’s too afraid to look down
The other side of my company
Lies a place I’m too comfortable
I know what book opens every door
I know every corner that screams
Like a fucking eye sore
But every now and then
I find a string to pull
A string just out of
Sight
And at its end?
A creature that calls for me to write