trees have never leaned so forward as I

(sun burns even the shade
you know, an’ I want to feel
it. Burning. your skin.
try to keep up.

the honks ‘n horns of renegades

have kept me
off my feet,
which serves my world greatly
since I’m worth to meet
but hard to keep
Delicately:
do away with your double layers
of choking clothing
an’ let the hairs
standing, breathe
onto mine, so that they may
smooth over and their legs
May, stretch;
out from the roots of the
tree, the wind torments. the
tree that we built

a House On,

have you found one?

a House, On?

to arrive~to depend~On?

kick your shoes off
or I’ll kick.em off
for you,
but the honks that storm the alleys
do keep me awake
to cower in the glistening rays of the shade:
so assured! so absurd! for YOU I tower.
over the battlefield of mangled memories
an’ broken faces,
lips forming to a final kiss.

oh, they will not get one.

an’ it’s not because they’re ugly

or ‘cause’a the god they choose to look for

but because they

have my pity,

‘n pitied lips are never too sweet)

(trees have never leaned so forward as I