If I Spoke

If I spoke from the heart and you could hear You would ride the sound Back to the beginning and see who you really are. If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river Running into the sea, an Ocean of sweetest water. If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter Would fill the […]

After My Mom Died

For Mary Leary The cracked world strangely abstract, crows eat the petals of morning Flowers panic in the window box Hummingbirds under the eave Xanax morning calm without peace I probably should meditate, but WTF—this works A gathering of thieves, friends looking for Xanax in the  bathroom Invisible on the balcony Nicking my hash, drinking my […]