here's why I said 'not right now'

I cannot be yours, my love.
You should not be mine, my love.
I'd burrow inside your earth.
You'd live off my creaking words.
Termites are never ashamed,
but I think that we would be.


7-syllable experiment
form poem, October 2013

come fly with me

In October
the world is both
garden and cemetery.

I drive home to Sinatra
singing of flying away
inside the velvet evening
among dead things
and living things.

In autumn,
I am much
more alive
than dead,
more within
than without.


to my second-favorite month
poem, October 2013

they were

She was a rock,
worn-in and sun-bright.
He was a river,
full of mud and overflow.

They both just were
until the rock was canyon
and the river forgot the sky.


for my parents
poem - October 2013