PARALLELS
The birds with conviction
Tap out their lyrics in the snow
And their chatter descends upon the mountains
Look how the flowers still struggle to grow
Like lungs filling with air
The soft despair
of endings
of so much life lived
It must be written
And then it must be sung
Like the chorus of a sun after a lightning storm
The bees like oboe players thrum
The morning sky an afterbirth of blood
This is how we love
It’s also how hate seeds in the veins
But mostly
Morning’s birthing is how the stars are made
Occasionally
The stars burn out
Like flames in church hall candles
Their ashes floating on the wind
But for centuries death is how time begins
Infinite explosions and black holes
All the songs the Earth sings that we don’t know
The words to
Like psalms in a foreign language
But they have always been my favorites
Like autumn’s blood-red season
Her heavy soil and decay
I love how a little death choreographs
The sycamores in a grand ballet
RED-BREASTED SPARROW
There’s one red-breasted sparrow and he speaks
To me of grief, how snow diseased emerald
Spring, the morning worm dying in his beak
All alone he’ll sleep between twigs nestled
As I am nestled warmly into bed
Goldenrod spears through plants on windowsills
That know not of sickness in heart or head
Mourn not, for there’s glory in winter rose
The map of my veins runs wild with blood
I breathe to fill my lungs unconsciously
Outside the beehive with sweet honey hums
Hexagonal cities, combs built between
These milk bones of mine like geometry
Have faith in the calculations a body sings
I WONDER IF HISTORY’S MEN KNEW THEY WOULD BE GREAT
In case you were wondering
If at all you do wonder
I mean stare off into the space collecting dust particles in the sun
Wonder
I hope you wander forward
Do not get stuck in the loop of reliving
All the conversations you wish you held
Isn’t it funny how we always think of the right remark after the arrow has left the quiver?
Sailed on like great fleets on uncharted seas
Circling around unknown America thinking it was the West Indies
We all just want to discover something
Like a cure for the aching
I hope your daydreams lead you to rejoicing
In the architecture of your body
A city skyline rising
How it glimmers like those dust particles in the sun
I hope you wonder about the things you could become
Not what you have done
I hope you never ruminate on anything you think you missed
That it isn’t here anymore only means there is room on the gallery walls for new art
Do you understand what I am telling you?
Your mouth is a paint brush; I want the acrylic to speak to me a new language
Teach me a new word for matrimony
That colors and my empty sighs could wed
And the canvas and I
Would bleed a glorious red
The beautiful ruin of the withering day
How you empty it out for its worth because no gold can stay
In case you were wondering
I dream about the galaxy, turn my mind to stargazing
Believe in little green men terrorizing craters like two-year-old boys ransack the waiting room
We are all waiting for something to begin
Daydream about what that is
I know it to be breathing under water; I am waiting for my gills to appear
I want to swim, Pinocchio in the mouth of the whale
Don’t you see?
Movement is the way the lake ripples, breathing
The sky is a wave cresting
And you could be as great
As history’s greatest men
If only you believed the way they did.
A FIERCE SENSE OF RESOLVE
Resolutions require revolution
And I have been at battle with the nation of my body since puberty
I have gone to war with my heart as it broke
And broke
And broke
Reinforced the battalions to hold the pieces up
And the bullets ricocheted off the trenches of my lungs
And I swore the fires pillaging the village of my stomach would wipe out the living
I am living like a militia razing the fields of foreign countries
I am burning the boundaries
Rewriting the policies
I am done policing this body
I am done living like I am a war-torn country
A refugee seeking refuge from my own self-pity
I am finished doubting the ability to achieve my dreams
Just because they haven’t happened yet
Civilization was not built easily
There was death in battle and conquerors invading
Trespassers trying to take away
All that I made
Of myself
How dare I
Monarch and sovereign body
Forget that I am royalty
A king
A rajah in the Bhagavad
How dare I lose faith in the ruby red of my blood
Propelling the turbines of this heart
I have resolved to tap this vein
And inundate the land
The great flood once again
Ready your ark and corral your lambs
The fox is on the hunt
I am cunning enough
To see through the lies I tell myself
A kitsune never deceives herself
Never traps herself in the hunter’s snare
She will own the year
And the forest
And the air
Breathe the freedom she pulled from his rib.
