Summer Night

dreamt of a thousand smiles
creeping and crawling
like spiders in a web of stages
they walk among a string

saw a million ghosts
whispering and whimpering
as magnolia blossoms dust
the crevices of gentle trees

and in this celebration of sleep
I tiptoe among their presence
and with this, I cannot breath

 


 

Itch

I lick upon my lips
and wipe up cells
longing for the scent
of singular words

I choke in their path

I itch the core
of my strangled self
scratching and tearing

like a cat cleaning
his own writhing belly

we both placate
this internal ache

Nostalgia

in the somber midst of an afternoon
something lovely came about
a moment of recollection
embraced this presence
of an unidentifiable matter
enchanted by it's chime
rejoicing in this celebration of time