EVERLASTING HOMELESSNESS

scrambling to find your paint smeared hands
unearned currency
held tightly in your fists

ridiculing your fathers,
but they founded you within deep blue shadows,
ones that actually belonged there

you found yourself there,
if understanding stands alone,
you searched and searched.
together you were sewn, however,
endlessly
unfailingly
still being knit together, even now
knotting, unknotted
knotting, unknotting
unknotted. unknotted.

ropes, inside it had cities of bronze,
and glitter batteries with fuel consistently increasing
love never ceasing
your heart, inside,
your palm continues to beat
a steady rhythm,
when i hold your hand,
when i hold your hand,
i can hear it drumming
bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum

earthfeathers (pt. 2)

"show me,"
she sang,
her arms fluttering upwards to the sky
the leaves were falling but she was moving higher,

"embrace me,"
she happily screamed,
her hair looking like feathers in the wind

inside her eyes were pools,
and wells of honeycombed ice castles,
her lips were brandy wine and
and,
and
every time i glanced down at her hands,
(which were so delicate, i could never forget)
lullabies surrounded me

we were one kingdom
and one hope-
winking at a place that was to come,
a fragrant rose not yet in bloom
seeds in the forest
seeds in the packages in the grocery
seeds in my hand


as my fingers graced her champagne wings
ivory tears
staining my cheeks


she will not flutter off, however - - - -


.
.
.

(we were always here)

my mind is a still ocean
with gentle waves,
white noise-
whisperings of golden fragments and labial pronunciations
i will not disappear
or fall deeper into the sea


and i knew,
i always knew i would go with her
the threads around my wrists unraveling,
creating pulleys and weights and propelling me higher

distance stretching further beyond us
we are still one kingdom
awarded a single crown
love prevailing


i always believed her
i kiss her forehead
i still feel safe

earthfeathers

"maybe follow me,"
she whispered,
her wings sparkling from the light pouring through the branches

"follow me,"
she told me,
as we spoke about galaxies on her bed

her phone keeps beeping, but she doesn't want to be without me
the messages keep getting rejected from being unopened,
moving from mobile to mobile like bouncing checks

the silence here is so heavy it feels like a void,
a vacuum i can immerse myself in,
i can't help feeling, however, as if there's others existing here too

her wings smell like fresh, sweet earth
she knows she could take me far away from here
but i don't want to be anywhere else

she will not flutter off - - - -


.
.
.

(we are still here)

my mind seems perpetually nomadic though; i wish i could stop thinking about that bearded man with the paper cup, reaching up to the sky, asking God for change...
or maybe just hoping he will disappear

the threads around my wrist will not take me up,
but maybe if i went with her,


2,504 miles
(she found it on the map)


i still believe her

i still feel safe