6.19.17

Justified June
mastered my reasons
for making time mine
within this season
‘s greetings have shown
that it may be known
that I really know
nothing at all.
For I seek
and I’ll find
what is
almost mine
with my Father’s hands
always holding mine.
Yours He does hold
and I can’t be this bold
without adhering
to what can be
controlled.
He not I
will justify
the rest of June
and all of July.
But there is a day
only known to me
that will be revealed
in your mind and sea-
oceans will rage
unlatching each cage
that clouds
your clarity within
this age.
Sea will meet sky
within each eye
justifying the reason we say
goodbye.

-Justified July*

6.06.17

Better are specifics than empty words:
ones that make minds quiver
banning restful returns-
Regulating laws and
destroying the destroyers,
exposing the irritable and
closing the foyers,
celebrating the ones who
utilize beauty in language
instead of using mere syllables
toward incentive anguish.

-I wish I could write before I speak

 

6.02.17

I am your favorite organized mess-
always focusing on the “wrong things”
but the wrong things seem right-
right now.
So,
I will wonder and dream
until my eyes reflect the hues of twilight.
I will jump off cliffs
hoping my free falls turn into flight.
And one day:
some day,
I won’t hit the ground.

-unless my dreams kill me first.

5.13.17

Dear New York,

Every time I see you, you strike me with vision, awe, sensation, admiration. Let’s just say it’s like love at first sight- love at first sight, second sight, thirteenth, fiftieth… Love at Broadway, Bowery, Madison, Houston. I would ask you to go easy on me, but I only have a few days. I want all of you. A few moons later, when it’s all over, you still won’t remember my name, but I’ll always remember yours. My dear, New York. 

-a city exquisite doesn’t remember every face, name, art, and wonder, but every face, name, art, and wonder remembers the city exquisite.