Naked Poetry

for Robyn let's lay our bones to rest, my friend. This dust has been collecting Us for days now And Our days are years. No beginning Or ending It is always four AM Where we are It's always four AM Lay your bones to rest My friend You're gonna Dance yourself To death

Ginesthoi Let it be done the way A kiss shocks the body. Let it be done the way Alchemical the young bloke holds me True to score ad makes me laugh as though i werent war blanket to the body Healer of all touch. let it be done, I say As I watched Coconut seed become palm tree

It came to me in a math problem. Thought the storm was shining Only to find out my eyes were blue. True, grey has it's strengths, But blue will in all ways be my most coveted color. I don't mind that it's covered me up all of these years, I don't mind that it takes up The entire sky I don't mind That it turns purple When it sees red I don't mind That it's true.

46 I don’t know about you but when I drink flowers I feel relaxed. Because if I were a Flower, you’d find my floating in Every stream! I like too many things. And I feel too fast…and I fall in love sideways—and  can never find my way out. Yesterday you asked me if there was anything I could not live without having--- I did not know how I wanted to answer that. But I know now. But I know how! It is...

I woke up with you on my lips. So I spoke you. You were on fire when I saw you. So I ran after you so I could join you in flames and place a ring on your finger so we could finally dematerialize in love. Yes, no, truly. Hello, I’m here. Hello I love you. You told me a few promises I must provide, right before we left you said: “ Speak to me clearly. You must kiss me solid – and pull the wind right...

To go nowhere all dressed up -- That's what this feels like. Probably not, It will not be. okay that's, Enough. I've got magic to solve! To dance with you I'm not so sure Can I Go home To you now? Never, never. Nevertheless, You are strong enough to keep this. This is YOUR secret. I can't be your SECRETary anymore. I don't mean that, I don't mean that, but you are very much too pretty. Must stop m...

I love what I see. A pink sky interrupted by A pink hues Pink blinks A rainbow Stunning overhead I run to keep My tears in tact To keep them inside Maybe later Must keep going Must keep breathing Don't go faster Keep believing You love what you see. You love what you see. You love what you see. I try and convince myself mile four euphoria setting in and even through my stinging skin my whole thoug...

How do you spell God?     One summer I tried. Sat on a three foot tree stump Grabbed a hammer and nailed my femurs down. Quickly forgot my fitzpatrick skin type. Got Lost in the red rivers of my sins. What sins? I’m not a problem... I am problematic. No. I am a problem. No. None of these will do. Help me winnow this down, shall you? Maybe. Okay, here it will be:   “It’s simple; I’m complicated.”,...

She spends her time dreaming of the space in between people. If it is something real she can keep track of. As if it were the seventh wonder of the world, now, is it? She is getting sick again. She knows this because she has been happy for too long. There is karma in her throat. Pardon the way it scratches. She tells herself to keep quiet, to remain lost, and speak her easiest.

I doubt the Nile river says Excuse me When it splits you into two Like a Montessori cube Did you know you were only Primary colors? Did you know I had to stop Playing the violin because I shook Too much Blame it on the medication Blame it on my genes Blame it on cupid Or perfect misery Pinpoint my pinafore Roll your rugs up tight Locate the metaphor Before I lose my fight.

Let me tell you a story Let me tell you the story You see, He, His choice of exercise was lifting The sea, Yes, He has mastered the art of defiance His muscles at ease He must be one of the hundreds Who have not one disease He’s my roaring shelter To me he brings no harm Just sea salt and A mermaid’s voice Of which to cherish And to match my violin Strings to, to whom all my regards Are sent to  ...

I was boney in my youth. Truth is, I still am. I just wanted to be dramatic. Exaggeration suspends the end of time. I am most in peace in melodrama. The only way to befriend Karma is by being kind.     This is as far as I’ll go.

And then there were the days I wouldn't let the sun inside me. Too happy. Too color. Too much energy. And tell the coroner that I must be wrapped in French translation. For my father’s sake. And to cradle me in an Irish flag—for my mother, with creole chatterings written around the edges, for my father’s father. Allow me to mean it when I say my last words, which will be dedicated to the girl who...

Paint me whole world. Find the one cloud left in my spite tres bon. too good… As in what Katherine Hepburn’s voice sounded while she spoke of Abe Lincoln Yes, true, I lied—— that kind of beauty– a hammer to the heart. Yes, true, I cried—– let’s play chess on the stars! they’re so close in the milky way we can each have our own let us go. Let us leave move your knight wear your cake-cracked ballet...

Driving. Thinking of the lumps I cannot swallow. The sun covets one half of my faith. I'm a complication; it's simple. You couldn't get me to sleep if you killed me. I'm one red eye away from enlightenment. Please don't take the sun from my room.

And if I could take pictures of my moods, I would, but they would not fit into frames. Always, it is always my eccentricities versus the world and its formalities. It’s the quintessence of my quiet that scares you.

“Hush,” I said Look at what she chooses. Forget about her shoes. Look at how they are nothing like her. Look at how they sing. Notice how she doesn’t smile – at everything. Bruises crawl across her loving skin – they look like sets of phrases. She must get in a lot of fights with fate.

I was airport tired. Nine hours looking out of a bus window into the forest green—does a number on ya. I could use your hug now. I haven’t any blankets, and you’re lovelier than most things anyway. Come then. Come now. On Bernard Shaw’s plan you can write five novels in five years. No way to know if they’ll be great or not, but I trust you will know yourself well, and fleeting. It is no unfamiliar...

It's not your fault you  see x’s where everyone else see o’s. That your rings fly off when you try to skip rocks. That you still daydream of being dragged through the Great Lakes by your Left earring. That you daydream. That you can't drink. Don't think. Thinking makes you lean. Too lean. Poor thing. She's on her 12th mile already. Look at her go— pray for her bones. Why is she smiling? Maybe she...

Was it worth it? Was it worth the $200 dollars, was it worth the 20 hours of captioning? Was it worth your lips? Was it worth the cancer? Was it worth the tips? Was it worth your mother? Was it worth your world? Who are you now are you Is it worth the havoc. Is it worth the wreck? Things I’ve asked myself after/before self-sabotage.

But she was nothin' like mother said she'd be. These things I say will not be delivered. Her blue looks sinister grey in this post mercy photograph. Or blistering blue. I can't tell you how much she loves you. Drinking coffee on the count of one and two she's dancing again. Thank goodness she kept her words warm in many places in case of emergency, sing her name. In case of emergency, sing her nam...

My God must have been out sick the day I was forced to kiss the abyss. Morality suffers when eyes are wet and aching. "They're f***ing tortured." ...She was talking about my eyes. So I took my arm and muscle pumped my signature into the second step of my stairs and tree carved my literature in the backyard and called it, "working on my life." You laugh and ask me what does, "working on your life e...

A message to YOU. Yep, you.

She was pretty on the wet-eyed way. God— I love honest features.

The universe is nothing but droplets if you think about it lonely enough. I am Lonely enough To celebrate A box of tissues Lonely enough To build a bridge Out of matchsticks Because the little moments Of red simplify the strength in me Because the tiny stretches of red Symbolizes effect To me The universe is nothing but a little more than T h a t. I love Without Knowing . And I can't tell what I l...