it might be time to runaway with the second kiss a hand on my shoulder you and i tumbling through the forked opening of a shelter we're new suddenly yellow as the fields of creation off the cuff a radio edit forfeiting logic to be blinded by a deeper light the thrust of a paper dagger lime dogs and arcade airplanes aviators on the moon the divine jams of a 3 a.m. saxophone a thirst for Jesus like honey i am rotten with the pains of discovery naked with joy and wandering for apples the circular curiosity of a neck here and there our thoughts as good as flowers, my dear, killing mischief with our overburdened hands it is the sudden nature of things to be undone
A Note of Appreciation
It is hard for me to believe the poem, “Seven Road,” is now a year old. Those of you who’ve been around this blog for awhile know how much that particular work, including all of its accompanying artwork, means to me. As do many of the other poems that were born of a similar ethos and that now appear in the chapbook, Seven Road & Other Poems. I’d like to thank those of you who’ve already purchased a copy and all of you who continue to read, comment, and show support not only for my poetry, but also for the greater personal and artistic journey I’ve undertaken here on The Used Life.