Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

I love you, but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet!

May my eyes always stay level to the horizon
May they never gaze as high as heaven, to ask why
May I never go where angels fear to tread
So as to have to ask for answers in the sky
The whys in this lifetime I've found are inconsequential
Compared to the magic of the nowness - the solution to most questions
There are no reasons

And if there are - I'm wrong
But at least I won't have spent my life waiting
Looking for God in the clouds of the dawn

Don't take all your secrets alone to your watery grave about lovers and mother
The secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Father and Amy and brother

Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the place
of the warm embrace I've never got?


Or should I just be here now
Bare feet on linoleum
Slicing vegetables onto water that I will later turn
into stew


People love my stories
People love visions

And when you call I put your sweater on
And put you on speaker
And chat for hours underneath the trees
And think about the last time you were here lying next to me
How the noise from the cars got louder and louder
During rush hour
Until it sounded like a river or a stream
And it felt like we were swimming
But it wasn't just a dream
We were just

Happy

They write that I'm rich and I am but not how they think
I have a safe I call the boyfriend box
And in it every saved receipt
Every movie theater ticket just to remind me
Of all the things I've loved and lost and loved again
Unconditionally
Happy

My life is sweet like lemonade now
there's no bitter fruit
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
no thought of you

in love with you
my quiet waiter
Summer
blue
Forever
call me when you're done with work
i'll pick you up later
the darker the better