poetry


[promote + chair]

don't get up,
don't worry,
don't bother
don't even try

to change
this world.

just lay back
just relax,
just drive there
just pay

someone else
to do it for you.
[melody + blossom]

the darkness
was clouded
by our breathing,
the fivepointed stars
on the ceiling,
watching us with their
green eyes.
the rhythm,
the stacatto gasping
and slow,
low moans,
the orchestration,
the composition,
the dull streetlight
reflecting off
the snow,
through the window
and against our skins,
in this room
where the darkness
is clouded
by our breathing
and our bodies
bloom.