Monday, May 4, 2020

falling

think of what you'll write
in one thousand years
think of the unbearable art

in the urge to create I stumble
before I hit the ground
I make Falling art

but now I'm old
and Falling hurts
more than it did

Thursday, March 12, 2020

remote

it's okay
i work
better from home
i've seen the sea
on both sides
had my feet in 'em
dreamt up friends
who then came
and gave me love
if you crouch
the wind passes over
because you are not there
to resist as smoke curls,
streams, and pirouettes