nesting our way to reach airplane wings
don't know where we're going, hope
it's far away

life streaming in holusbolus
don't mind the sun's glare, he's always been
on a warpath of coveting the living

Uncertain lonely

Until I remember you
have gone. To find
Somebody new.

a richness of marten,
an obstinacy of buffalo,
a romp of otters,
and a shrewdness of apes

a listing of numbers,
a listing of beats,
a listening of 

lost sometimes in the dark conventions of a heart

S - a Capricorn,
I - a Taurus,
J - a Gemini,
Tyler's a Virgo

[M - a Pisces, but only just; C - an Aquarius]

thinking about how I always loved you
and never in the way you wanted

You're hard to run with

telltale, my pulse in my fingertips
buryable and shot with sienna shot
with bittersweet blush

giveaway widened eyes
eyebrows high before you can slow
them up, slow them cool

toes tapping typewriter time
tossing rhythm about, a plaything, the running cadence
of your breath, of your bloodbeat, of pavement underfoot

we can't see past the pathway bends
and I don't feel compelled to know
this time

Friday Rose

a young man gave me a rose (on Friday)

after the laughingest time I'd had with him

it's going to die, anyway he muttered (as an excuse,

as an introduction) to the rose

everything dies was my consolation in exchange

it's the best flower I've ever been given

made sweet not by scent but by

lack of expectation, 

lack of anticipation,

the goodness-just-for-goodness that was

his motivation

I perched it in a teacup in the windowsill at home

 

For Consideration

Just some things to think about, not really poetry, but still material:
I guess everyone needs validation, but compliments from you are a special treat.
Everyone wears pajamas at some point, so equality.
Journals are even an unfair account, because you cannot possibly write down everything, and also they can be self-conscious, although they shouldn't be.

Fragile #2

here we have the mystery of flamingos
a half-way love far in Germany
and the pleasant scent of lemon
all balancing precariously on the very tip of my tongue
I don't know which direction to push