l'enfer, c'est les autresOh! Oh!More Like This
What I most despise,
is to have to see myself
through your beautiful eyes
Self-HelpBefore you disappeared, you saidMore Like This
“Maybe cut down the cigarettes
And perhaps try
Not to drink so much.”
However, self-destruction – like self-respect –
Is a defense mechanism
You handed me “a great read”
A while ago
But self-help books are for the ones
Who can help themselves
Pianissimobluejay midflight, sunrise, birdsighs sound like a songMore Like This
silhouette soaring, wings aflame with firstlight
heat of timefriction, star strikes across sky
golden wingspan, turned in for shadeperch
high noon between the leaves, cool birch
reenergize the glide, waft
airswirl smooths the feathers
then abreast in dusk
fairy taleslet's you and iMore Like This
grow a paper garden -
wreathe it in tissue paper mist,
with those little circles
that accumulate (and multiply) inside of hole punches.
we'll wish a little life
into sturdy cardstock beetles and tulle butterflies.
bees we'll fashion mostly from papercuts.
you dig the pond - i'll set it rippling with
tiny washi koi
and tortoises pasted together
from the shiniest leftovers.
i'll spend a while with scissors
fringing the corn fields,
and you can play mad scientist
piecing cows together - interlocking tops and tails
and tripods to make them stand.
castles are so old fashioned anyway.