In This Moment,.

In this moment, (one)

I am aware of my body (one)

Conscious of the marrow in my bones in my feet (pair)

to the circulating circuit wiring of my arteries and veins in my arms (pair)

Of the stacked intestines pushing and drying the toxins in my body (two)

Of the acid leaking in my stomach to create the gruel of my body (one)

to the thoughts, combing together like a cloud before forming into a single word. (one)


Do you know how many raindrops are in a single cloud?

How many evaporated strands of broken thoughts to create a single word?


I am aware of my mortality.

Of my dying


Me dying

Me dead.


I don’t want to die

Once before, but not now

I’ve things to do now,

things that need to get done.


Don’t give me your love,

give me my work.


Give me my work

And it will get done


Train/s/ed Tracks

The Rabbit Hole
The Rabbit Hole

Fell in love on the train

as he walked on board.

Frame tall

Eyes blue

Voice ringing true with his past.

Saying ‘tree’ instead of three

when he clocked me five past noon, my hands turned.

No name known, but I knew him, you see.

‘My dear sir,’ I struggled to speak.

‘My dear sir,’ letting him know of our futured life.

‘My dear, sir,’

‘My dear,’

Arms long

Hair dark

Mouth turning with his speech of last.

Laughs exchanged at the expense of our accents.

We met on the train, you see, right when the clock was planted tree.

I knew him and he would know me.

Slowing train

Opening doors

Standing man

Walking man

right through those very doors.

Windows closing

Our window ending

Walking down the platform, our future walking out of my mind.

Ah, young love.

So easily kindling to the flame, so easily destroyed just the same.