june 3, 2016

it’s not cutthroat, not really but
the sky’s been pretty cluttered lately and
i’m neurotic right now, just can’t
be alone with my own two hands, don’t
know what they’ll do to me



cloud forest

on top of mountains,
storms personify themselves

the wind up here howls
with a longing i can’t fathom

have your bones ever quivered
in their joints with thunder?

have you ever felt compelled
to apologize to the night sky?

have you ever believed in god
even though you don’t believe in god?