poor things

poor things should just
go to
sleep....

little do they
know

they sing to the bleak.

they could cover
their eyes
with
leaves and branches.

but then theres
the wind
to stir their

wake.

ditto

no not really,

she said...

but

dont you love to get sunburnt?

or those last couple minutes right before
the sun goes down?

or those moments before you fall

asleep?

you know, where your almost dreaming, in limbo kinda?

or

what about when you take off your socks in bed

and the covers feel better then ever?

or

how about those songs you cant listen too

because they/re just too good?

those songs need to be cherished...

you know?


ditto,

he said.

california palm

when asked
about reincarnation

some would say
they would want to be

a bald eagle.

a black panther.

a bottlenose dolphin.

i would prefer a
california palm.

my roots firmly planted
next to some sun bleached
parking lot in the
city of angels.

slightly swaying in the
wind.

happily parched.

resilient to

the hottest of days.

the coldest of nights.

the smog.

just swaying there
quietly.

towering above it all.

comfort

is this
my
weakness?

the sun seems everlasting

and the snow only falls
atop the mountains.

can this be
my
weakness?

where my coat is only
an
accessory

where winter is only
a
word.

could this be
my
weakness?

the assurance of my
language

the steadiness of
my day

is this
my
weakness?

should(a) i leave?

could(a) i leave?

would(a) i leave?