against all odds

love is possibly the only anti-entropic force;
the yearning of molecules in a void of disorder

the sheer odds of which are
incomprehensible to the scholars of chance
those who've guessed the scale of things

love; the only resistor
to the pull of black holes

against all astronomical odds
i love you

diphthong

i fell asleep
to the
diphthong of the wind

woke yawning woe,
found light took hours leaving,
destroyed our rooms sounds           and
flew your coop sweetly

tropos

i should have known my crumbs
would be the old words
is it divination
if its only useful
after the fact?


i've hardly got a shadow at noon
the sun has reached its limit
of how high its willing to go
it knows to turn around
and head back where it came from


my fingers are wearing down
and i get tiny bits of steel in my blood
it takes three days for them to heal
but in the mean time
i feel closer to everything i touch

florida headlines found poem

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rooms

i must make it home
i left the first fireflies
streaming in the tall grass
of the warming evenings


i've got to map those rains
and the raspy noises that
i hear in the minutes just
before the early birds

i knew i forgot to thank
that bull frog for showing
me the worth of the ability
to whoop your lover home


i'm shooing spiders
from my inner room
failing to realize
they attract the birds from yours


somehow the great distances
i will go are tiny when i hold
them to the sidereal of time
in my orbit of your soul

still i've got to catch

that late light through the leaves

or i won't know how

to smile when i die

i like the spiders but

why do i insist they go?

i'm leaving shrugs and moans

where my pen should be

the fact of the matter is
i am guided by the rooms
that i will build, made of windows
made of letting in the light