It's really not so complicated after all

Unsent packages
half-burned mixed disks
and "I'm sorry"
just won't make it
off my mouth

'Cause 8-mile freedom
and broken bleating stars
have to fall
for us to cast our wishes.

And

You've always been nice dear
you've always been nice
like dark chocolate
with espresso
and raw tabacco.

My

unsent half moments
I've thought through the day
without follow
or faulter
since I can't seem to stutter

these words from my missing
these days of my damned
'cause I'm blissing
as you're dying
So I'll open a space for you.

My sweet little nice dear
I'll splice in my chest dear
with dark chocolate
and espresso
that's always been yours.

List Poem: From Untying Old Boxes

1. How many secrets would I loose if I tossed it?

2. Watch for falling poetry.

3. "Resilience should only smell like cigarettes and hope."

4. Pain unsent.

5. "Can we tie him to his bunk tomorrow? Duct tape?"

6. Watercolor sunsets.

7. Dear John poems full of regret.

8. Bus tickets to Washington, DC.

9. First sketches from 1872.

10. A hundred half-filled notebooks.

11. Unsent presents.

050910: Secrets Made In Caves

I lay your head upon my chest

and here shoots lightning

Lightning I tell you!

Glass split in my veins engraving,

"I love you."

I slipped on the most evident sound

of summer sighs under pounding rain

and fingers curling over skin

and here I tweeze from my sputtering heart: Tines.

This one made of crystal

This one made of glass

and my favorite

oh- my favorite

made from ghosts of nicotine

and whispering,

"Don't worry,"

with the surest of eyes

"you could be like her."

And every time I hold you

press you to my place

you could break

with just your hand

I am pounding out diamonds

from the cave in my chest

whispering,

"Forever."

VAULT: May Sometime 2010; From the Bottom of Broken

I'm a destruction

deconstruction of function

but she loves the drinks I make

like no other intoxication

and that day in Seattle

we kissed for the photographer

by the fountain; no-

on the hilltop; no-

down the staircase; no-

in the street.

But really, we kissed for destiny.

That was fly slaps on white thighs

and wanting desperately

I'd never dreamed of you before.

To show without shouting

world announced as yours.

Yours.

But then I dropped it in the river

and now my cherry skin is over-ripe

I'm no cherry.

And I'm actually infected.

I'll eat your brain

or heart

whichever I can get to first and

one day you'll wake and realize

you don't love me anymore.

Or will it be me?

But we made promises.

Promises damn it!

And promises I intend to keep!

(And I'm so scared of loosing you.)

So come what comes

and bring it on

'cause I know I wont let you go

without a fight

and then some!

Come what come

I'm keeping you

regardless of the struggle

'cause when I said forever

I meant until I die

and then some!

So I'll break your things

I'll be terrified

but this sickness I carve from your worry

will be shaped like:

I love you.

And the barbecue flesh

will taste sweet

between bed sheets and aloe

I love you.

And when I look into your eyes at night

I will know completely

you love me

and then some.

Choco-love Confessions

I just remembered there are love poems in the world!

Poems on bliss and the overflow of sunshine in a lover's palms.

No more poems of angst and tragedy

where I am in competition over who had a harder life.

I am in love with the grass my soulmate stands on

I breathe his air like chocolate in my lungs

You can be jealous and judge me for wanting to hold his children inside my soul

but- you can never take away what we have grown to be-

he completes me.

I love my soulmate with the fire of a thousand winters

and the waters of every wave in the sea.

He is my last love-

my true only

Young couples will ache for us side-by-side in the park at eighty

and they will write manuscripts of our love when we're gone.

I will never love another with the fierce absolute volcano I am for him

and somewhere I think you're afraid you'll never know how that feels.

How can you be a poet and find yourself so cynical?

How can you grow up from the romance of true love?!

I am a fairy tale girl.

I am a one mate for a thousand lifetimes lover and I believe deep down you are too!

Do not forsake the love that waits to find you!

Do not give up so easily there is always enough time!

My lover is the substance on which I survive

My lover is the half of my heart I never knew I was missing until he filled it

He is every flower in my spring, every rain drop on my roof

and ever tear I shed at sappy moments now because my heart is so wide open.

He is the lines around my eyes

and the hand upon my back holding me close to his beautifully beating heart.

I would not trade the expanse of the world for one second I get to spend in his smile.

I would not exchange one night by his side for a million years of adventure alone unless;

it was to give me another day with him.

So, judge me.

Tell me I've sold my spirit and given my dreams away but

don't we all trade dreams for new ones we discover?

Allow yourself to keep dreaming too!

I know there's a soulmate out there for you!

Don't scoff when I say you'll be married.

Don't close your heart to the idea of true love- it's biological!

You can't escape the thing that coils our existence together

from the very beginning of time-

Do not give up on love!

A Postcard to Washington

What a beautiful look

from the window today

the depths of my own

Puget Sound

Lit and refracting a

frost-linen sun

a patchwork of valley

and bounds

A madman went wild

with rivers and streams

quick fingers

caressing the stone

a-growing in fury

with heightened suspense

the mountains that make this

my home

You're gorgeous Rainier

dressed in snow to your base

breathtaking

with sisters in tail

your face beams across

the excited foot fear

dance wild

in praise of your years

Oh Washington wild I am yours

you are mine

May I never forsake

what I know

That your trees are all ancient

the home of our souls

and your valleys forever

I'll roam

Firefly

To my dearest of firefly eyes

you taught me to pee out of doors

my firefly, my fly

With the face of fawn

Mrs. Pan sweet and sullen

my firefly, my fly

You fled to California

firefly, to dance on the faces of stars

to shine as the birth of a light in the the sky

to burn down the mouth of L.A.'s grind

oh firefly, my firefly, my fly

You screamed in emerald of sand and of sun

You showed me how gypsies behave

my firefly, fly, how I miss you my fly

to live under star spangled violet

lining the roof of your VW mansion

my firefly, fly

My firefly

My firefly

My fly