03-11-24 - andante - skullcap



9-23-19 - largo - celery juice

baba didn’t kiss every beloved tree goodbye
before never coming back but
i can if i want to
every day is a treasure with a new time limit
and it’s all been done before
i wrap my arms around their trunks and tell them
i love you oak, i love you pink peppercorn
sage mountain i promise i’ll
come back in this life or the next
my particles like your particles so we will
find each other, plant or human or protozoa
in the universe soup


the flood lights were installed
across from my bedroom window
when hope’s acre was razed
and now the helicopters fly low, forcing
rude awakenings


near Apple’s crying baby faced billboards
a Wizard of Decay
enshrining every precious memory
to fit in a pocket
just in time for my calm steady
mournful disappearing


the tempo is
andante


the taste is
skullcap


is there peace in knowing
nothing dead is ever truly gone
celebrate Starbucks’ tired last breaths, see
the CEOs are tense and trying to relax
chanting lavender matcha oat-milk latte
look how soft we can be
almost convincing
it’s just too little too late


they say
it’s normal to miss some things about
an abuser
but you should still
walk or dance away