Friday, August 29, 2008


Cosmos is a flower
and not just outer space
they come in chocolate, red and gold
they put a smile on her face
they're prettier than other annuls
and much much much more rare
they're hard to find, hard to get
then they die - why care?
there are much more common flowers
be they white or beige or blonde
the thing you love - it always dies
its there and then its gone.

Monday, August 11, 2008


your heart is
encased behind
a solid concrete wall
surrounded by
a massive moat—
brimming within of
burning lava.
i can't get through—
i can't get past—
i can't get in—
no one
can get in—
a something friendship
with nothing to lose
your glorious freedoms
your meticulous heart
still pure...
maybe slightly corrupted
and confused and
twisted up—
seeking hydration
until thoroughly quenched