I saw gardens missing honey and starch
Yellows can’t be green
In a place where blue becomes god of home
& the tear wept leaves leafs dry
Under a sun born to burn
The path left here
Won’t be walked on again
It’s tired & bees will bring you breaded crumbs
That lead you back home
Time & time again
Waking up tomorrow
wishing I was a way, unwary
to the world I walk, that I was
without regret, wrongs, or
worries that my wild ways will
wind up wrecking me
Carry the sun
In the pocket sewed
With the stars left
By the moon’s
Glare reflecting from
The sun in your pocket
Whisper to me
Trust me, I’m safe
I’m home
I want what you want
And what you don’t
My life moves
Patient to patient
Disguising my death
Will you save me?
I have to be the dysfunctional one
I have to cry
I am strong
Hard like stone
And now I slowly parish
As the wind wares me down
Take the pillow
below your head
peel the feathers
from the corners of the bed
And lost
alone
in a house
too cold for the comforters
Follow the mouse to the basement door
just steps down
to where your soul
can be found
But you’ve gone
to pick daisies
for a bed of Children
gone to the cold
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 