i must admit,
i enjoyed it less,
dizzy in my head from making sure you did.
Dr.P says i'm transferring

taking all that doesn't belong to me
and swallowing it backwards
 but I can't help it,

it was born in me this way(
&
that Huge time when
mymotherleftmyfathersad,
                           it was etched there
f o r e v e r 
)

,the need to make
everyone Else
better 
&
First,

or tumble apart,
like a rolling spool
            too fast
                 for
                    catching

windowsill

It still hurts. Like it shouldn't.
At night/
and while driving/
when a red truck passes/whistle blows/face shows
or it flashes...

Sometimes I wonder if the restoration
was on too Old of Bones.

There are all these promises I know,
about You
and time and how things
leave

but these daffodils stand Deathless still
In an already broken windowsill
Please
won't You squeeze
it
out/shut?

Delta

From up here

The cities are
a circuit board
the factories,
just thimbles,
and life
      is
      pinch-able

Pure
Thick
Cream
erupts from
fields of mesh
into
   white    whipped   cloud    oceans

Subtle
lavender layers,
with a glittery ear
undulate over

birthmark ponds,
river scribbles,
freckled
wrinkle-hills

Proportions warping from
Me to Wonder.
As my  3 x 5 world
rockets glimpses
of You.

Just tell me
so I can unwind myself
Where the next cut will be
And I can remind myself
(maybe)
To burn the drawbridge
All the way

You said
That he said
That he knew
That there was nothing
and then something happened
All over again
And just like always

And I don't have enough prayers left
for another sequel
I don't have enough soul left
For the next reprise

Watching you on
A black carousel
is a drill
That digs too deep

You've got to keep
Your carnival

Off. My. Street.
(I think I mean it this time)

BPD

I read about you.
Not sure what type of species could detach like that,
I studied you.
Desirous of an explanation
to account for this mutation
in our Knobby
wounded Tree.

But nothing fit in boxes
and there was no black & white to shuffle a conviction toward.
Just a steady stream of
toxic milk
and fingers smashed
beneath the silk
and yellow nails
while glasses shine
and running out of
space for lines
and trashy phrases masked with lies,
discovered texts and alibis
And yet my memory
dares defy
the only place left not to cry
(againagainagainagainagainagainagain)

So you go on with Purple crayons
sketching all your made up plans
that broke your boy
and killed my heart

and when you're done
Just
press

RESTART.