

Oxygen on tapIm trying to appreciate the small things. Sliced up banana in my cereal. Sea lions barking underneath the Santa Monica Pier. Ive been meaning to go up to the mountains. I want to roll up my pants, sit on a mossy rock and catch newts in a creek. I want to count stars and think about and I mean, really think about what goes into making a single star. And then multiply that awe with the night sky. Im trying to find the eternity in things.Oxygen on tap
I live on the coast, an hour from frayed land where the ocean wears away sand like dead skin cells. I spend hours by the water and tan to a warm brown. I dont


and then you get dressed.2and then you get dressed.
Sometimes you wear your heart on your sleeve, but most of the time you wear jerseys. Sometimes you wear the same sad smile for days but mostly it wears you;
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nights pass and I still dont know why its harder to slip on ice than it is to give you the slip. Sometimes I slip up and everything falls down. Its hard to explain myself when Ive bitten off more than I can chew when all I can think is what a tiny bite what a tiny bite what a tiny
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if this is not a dream, the


Vesper Verses.... You were born subject first and capitalized like a proper noun You were a long run-on and you ran on lines of velocity across my skinVesper Verses...
. You hit your first comma when your old man hit a semicolon Your mother called it a crisis but at the time you just thought it meant two of everything: two houses on the opposite sides of town more money in your pocket and a double life to spend it on
Later, you said it felt like your life was divided and everything was half of what it should be I didn't understand; I had two
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