Posts for June 4, 2017 (page 7)

This heart’s rhythm
ba-boom

Ba– baby this one’s for you
Boom — shake my world

Half of my heart calls out to you
Half of my heart revels

Who are we to destroy the magic?
I dismiss those who view the world strictly organically.
There is more beauty with your eye pressed to a telescope.
Than to a microscope.

a 40-year-old
s o u t h e r n
magnolia bloomin’
perfume all over
the third of June

I play tic-tac-toe
with god.
He lets me go first.
Always.
It gives him the last move.

Ask a tree hugger
To put his back into it

I hover a little outside my body
All day and night.
Not like a gimicky cartoon ghost
waiting to get back in
But Alive, actually.

My body is alive, too
pretty much unsupervised
It starts with a memory
of our old house,
leaves on the trees
turning before a storm
A child’s legs,
my legs or yours? 
It ends with me-part of me-,
up there in some weird orbit, 
giving up and coming down.

I am

without

words

for the lost