chances are you would find
her in the cookery
usually a big black pot
on the largest stovetop burner
control knob set to simmer
on this day she would turn
me into a frog or toad
or maybe it was a salamander
my self-imposed mission
to set out alone in the cold cold world
to see if was possible
for anyone to love me
september two thousand twenty-four
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lost in the moment
tree frogs & cicadas
fine-tuning their evening song
the first star appearing
in the darkening ceiling
—worlds far away far from motionless
what were you thinking (if anything)
when you kissed me so sweetly
may two thousand twenty-four
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it was only a kiss
[oh what a kiss will lead to]
something I wish
I’d never saw
something stuck in a dream
I only dream
I only dream
the same dream now
and I’m sure it must be killing me
the kiss & the dress
the drag of the cigarette
as the song goes on
so does the kiss
—slipping off her dress
july two thousand twenty-three
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Note: Based on the song “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers
waves created from a kiss
blown from the palm of my hand
transverse through space
in a spherical spin
attracting electrons and positrons
in twin phase arrangements
before completely absorbed
deep into your skin
‘transit kiss’ youtube video
january two thousand thirteen
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i dreamed the new year
never arrived
and i was left on the shore
listening to the moon
kissing the sea
as i walked along
a restlessness stirred
within
reminding me
you are always near
january two thousand thirteen
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She blew me a kiss
and I snatched it
out of thin air
– like I always do
told her if only
it wasn’t the last one
I’d be a billionaire
june two thousand twelve
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