we could start anywhere

Let’s see,

We could start anywhere,

With any word,

In this fertile luminous world in which I live.

What is the first letter of your alphabet?

A,

O—

That will be just fine.

-Hafiz

standing with an ocean in front of me

(standing there with primark plimsoles on my feet)

even

it’s vastness

reminds me of you.

late night story time

if they wrote about us
babes
they would think
they knew just what to say
like they do for all of
(his)story

(your)story:
dark and stormy
but i know
that one was for the lols
one truth
i can't tell if you keep hidden.

(my)story?
i felt something nice
with you

if you wrote about us
babes
what would you say?

lost&found II

haiku of happiness from once upon a wet, wet, wet day:

thinking about you

and something develops:

you nauseate me.

clearly only a girl gone through a heartbreakup could have the audacity to call that a haiku of happiness. but agh, cough, doesn't it aye feel so good sometymes to be sickaghcoughsplutter at the thinkering of a ghostexboyfriend?

(nothimwhowouldknowwhereinlondontofindyou)

a wish stirs to be what i would have been had i not known what is known

here he ponders things that were not: what Caesar would have lived to do had be believed the soothsayer: what might have been: possibilities of the possible as possible: things not known. (like a rock on the surface of the moon. simply there, motionless and trusting in the length of its shelf life)

DEATH, THE PHILOSOPHER

He gives excellent advice by example.

"See!" he says. "See that?"

And he doesn't have to open his mouth

To tell you what.

You can trust his vast experience.

Still, there's no huff in him.

Once he had a most unfortunate passion.

It came to an end.

He loved the way the summer dusk fell.

He wanted to have it falling forever.

It was not possible.

That was the big secret.

It's dreadful when things get as bad as that__

But then they don't!

He got the point, and so, one day,

Miraculously lucid, you, too, came to ask

About the strangeness of it all.

Charles, you said,

How strange you should be here at all!

only love is all maroon

november is here.

steph is here. you'll be here soon.

when did this happen?

haiku of the day is back

and this time, it's organized in blog form..."blorganized"?

my phone stays with me

all day long--it buzzes, rings.

why isn't it you?