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
I am your favorite organized mess-
always focusing on the “wrong things”
but the wrong things seem right-
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:
I won’t hit the ground.
-unless my dreams kill me first.
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.
a catastrophic catalyst:
our very own chimerical combustion.
You think poetry is dead.
I see revival
an art form
full of guts and surrender.
My left is your right is my wrong
And we are standing on the same side of the street
She loved the smell of coffee in the morning, but she never let it taste her.