while reading Buddha

you

must go straight

to the punchline:

is there a problem

to solve to begin with?

Search your mind

for causation,

 organization

you’ll often be left

dumfounded

“I solved that problem

four years ago.”

Okay–

so now we’re here

now time for a quote

about, “thinking too hard

will only hurt your head,”

Buddha was right.

If you’re problem free,

my friend,

continue to float away

in your simplistic, real-life

vision of the moment…

it’s the only honest version

of now.

March 9, 2015

Too

“You’re independent,”

my crush told me,

my date for the evening.

“You’re a free spirit,”

my friend told me,

pushing up his glasses

with a touch of a finger.

I do not “love” either

of them, but I did love

the words they saw in me

between my collar bones

and within my eyes,

not past my shoulder

and out the door.

I would marry a man

that told me this–

tells me this four years later.

He would look at me,

straight into my soul

and say, “You can make it

on your own–

but I want to be there, too.”

 

June 6, 2014

Listen; Love

I can listen with my skin

as well as my ears,

see the stars with my pores

leaking the magic of, “I wonder

how long it will be until humans

realize they can fly?”

 

I’ll walk down, too.

 

My mind sighs to the moon

wishing that the mess in the chaos

wasn’t so easy to side with,

easing away beauty: its twilight brother.

 

If we are one under the same sun

do not judge me by my pigment,

make a predicament out of my future

calling me back to a place

where time was slow,

race was none,

and love was all

one listened for,

at night.

 

March 19, 2015

Voice

Feel my voice

like a finger plucked across a rubber band

vibrations ringing through the air

breaking no twilight, no dawn,

only silence.

 

If you were so blessed

with a voice– use it!

 

Proudly, wisely, powerfully,

thoughtfully,

because a voice transfers more than words,

it moves worlds

from brain to tongue,

words I’m not always sure of

 

But I am sure of this:

I have a voice,

not an echo

 

mine, my own

to treasure and to keep

not locked-up in a chest

but drawn out, into the open,

 

like rain drops falling onto grass.

 

May 11, 2014

Like I Love Myself

Every time

the moon moves

my heart seems to be

in a different place…

 

And yet

the one place

I know that it will stay

is the most important–

 

Indefinitely.

 

Whoever will love me

like I love myself

but better–

that is who will stay.

 

That’s who

I will keep in my front pocket,

my golden chain, my heart

beating into an infinity

that is a too-soon,

 

Not-enough-time kind of love.

 

Until then,

I have the better–

well, the best–

things:

life,

love,

 

And me.

 

March 11, 2015

Kitchen Sink

My brain is like a faucet

flow the memories

down:

what good, half-full moment

do you encounter down the stair,

past the front door–

away from me–

you creek towards a polaroid camera,

an album soon to be extinct

 

I want my mind to be only mine

to see,

only mine to use– to use it at will

to do well, to be real

honesty

can never be the complete story

when you enter a courtroom and swear

to God to say the truth, and nothing but

 

“The truth will set you free,”

so let it–

remember me

in fireflies over Aunt Mary’s backyard

and watching Uncle Richie with his cigar,

playing catch

and licking dinner off Thanksgiving plates.

 

As for now, I’ll walk you towards the door

and find the kitchen sink:

I’ll turn on the faucet, feel the cold,

and start cleaning.

 

February 24, 2015