I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Sinking Love


You always stand there waiting for me
You’re standing in the center
Centering me, wait to point
Waiting to stab and fly away and gone

You’re always going to be strange
Hello there, stranger
Beautiful calm you, singing sweetly
Down in those hills, hidden below

Choke me with your ashes
Cough on me with your death
I cry and cry, then I lay there
Goodbye, goodbye, passerby

Stitch me up, pull apart my heartstrings
Some stupid thing, love could be a ring
Wait there with a knife in my heart
I’m trying to not pull myself together

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