universal law

I have made many things
from small bones
and drew a line
to separate truth
from fiction.

an empty house only us

How empty the house is
yet birds build their homes around it.
The grass uncut, a wild reentry.
An unpleasant sound at night,
the dogs barking past my thoughts.
a deep unrest.

I gather dust and sculpt defeat.
And remember being sick often.
Her hand props up the arches.
The ceiling infests the corners of
my mouth. I only speak to lizards,
they talk back bitterly.

She eats off of my plate and tosses
the bones at me.
The skeleton of childhood,
we are arguing on the other side
of this door.

My mother and father now filled
with sorrow as they listen to me
repeat myself on the other side.
I am knocking from outside
no one here to let me in.

unchanging

At the top of palms,

below,

an unmoving hand.

       Both sway,

both take time to drop 

their 

       branches

now browning on the ground

the ants remain

and they are everywhere now.

She does not feel them biting.

The rain settles in

the bowls of the branches

Stagnant water

til the sun dries out

my eyes too.

an ache, a pain

When you are left 

severed              sharp cuts

             no blade

But the lance of words

Blindfolded

Marco.
                                   Polo. 
You never saw me.

I never found you.

When you look through

and through.

And return to yourself

sitting on the floor,

a child in a bucket

who won’t turn off the hose. 

The sun is hitting your face.

A former self

                      Now I'm waiting beside her

with a towel

to hold her close until she is warm again.

Do not feel sorry for me

I span the wings, 

I uproot grounds 

And spin webs over species. 

My body is breaking, 

but my time cannot fail my feet.
Use the best parts of me to build a column.

give up

The snake tails
look exactly like coconut trees.

In the hills, we found our 

way towards an exit. 

This time I said goodbye.