komawa

yummmm!

the friendship of flowerpots and sunlight and wooden tables and naughty muffins.

yummmm!

the friendship of you and I somewhere amidst theirs, talking, talking, talking.

envy at 4 52 a.m.

I open the book

Not expecting a sword.

Centered around the body

Your poetry intact, whole

I engulf every word.

I close the book

Not before I'm sliced in two.

Stranger, is it not strange

how eventually you spill out of me?

only you

special is that otherworldly category

that everyone is entitled to.

in my head, i'm always making exceptions though.

one for you two

"We walked through the night in couplets."

story of fish

for 35 days

i have been spooning air to a fish

gagging, fish says to me, thank you very much, my dear

but i'm a fish

and it is not my wish

to be fed air

it would be fair

if it were water you put in my dish

agonizing, i think to myself, i'm crashing against my fear

i'm a bird

and it's my thirst

to burst

this fishy bubble

to turn her gills

into something loveable

for 35 days

i have been teaching myself to swim

flapping, soaked wings

please no one

no, air saves no life

no, water lubricates no soul

all builds up to strife

all disintegrates into foul

Yusuf the cat

Yusuf the cat dashed into my brain

This odd nighttime meow meow of a cat

shaves the edges of my brain

to show to me an aberration of the norm

of things having a beginning and an end

Round and round it goes in circles

without beginning nor end

without meaning nor purpose

existing, still

Brown eyes churn out an emotional mill

This delightful daytime mia mia of a girl

Sends my hair into quiet giggles

A little window opens

In flows a girl

Out flows a cat

Yusuf the cat

Sends me into shots of enlightenment

The high lows

and the low tides

Makes me say things I couldn't have dreamt of thinking

Takes me into worlds that disappear under the eyelids

Wakes me up to life

Wakes me up to life

I dreamt up thinking

Of a mia mia girl

With giggles for hair

Blue eyes stare out the ocean

Baby blue eyes

Brown ones cry

Bold brown ones

Cry looking for love

looking in

and finding out

Leave the window open

Watch it grow

As what flows out

Brings in more.

love is not the fulfillment of your expectations.

the body pickle

i pick a fruit and bite into it while it is still alive

i think therein lies my philosophy of life.

woodpecking, still

the only way to make love stay is by letting it go

trigger

the blood boils again.

yells rage, rage, rage!

anger is a sharp knife

stabbing endlessly,

like it's never enough.

it's never enough.

blood boils. like rain,

rage swells seas

that bathe stainless steel

in red.