My heart feels like a bomb from the pressure of my devotion. As if it would burst from intensity of emotion.
When I see a game or book that in your childhood you knew, tears stream down my face, thinking how fast you grew.
You’ve watched my every move, learning more than what I’ve taught. I pray you don’t inherit the demons I have fought.
I wish I could give you everything, and spare you both every sorrow. Instead I must trust from seeds planted today, you’ll reap abundance and joy tomorrow.
Let me flow like water sublime
rolling over and around
knowing no obstacle
only ever-changing possibility
drifting with the Tao on the tides of yang and yin
no hesitation
cascading into void
carving through stone itself
down
down
humbly flowing
to a stillness so perfect
the whole world, reflected, cannot mar me
with its passage overhead
Breakfast
on my knees
sickly genuflecting
biting a needle
pinching a cotton
I prepare to receive
my daily sacrament
communing with a false god
omnipotent for all I know
I pray that isn't so
Doing Dishes
This grin cracks in the mirror like an old plate used too long
Ceramic teeth—jagged shards— clatter-dance ‘round a blood-rust stain: the drain agape and unsated— a silent throat of slime where a painted flower façade finds relief in the breaking
Kamikaze
I fly my love like a kamikaze
grasping at divinity through reckless devotion
knowing it always ends in flames
and smoking ruin