November 24, 2011
memories face the clouds
still velcroed,
unsalted,
stubborn
sunflower seeds
straining higher.
millions of dark eyes
waiting for the hour
their namesake
will appear,
unaware their petals’ flames
are the beauty to be matched.
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May 26, 2011
All the paintings in his house
Were of the walls themselves.
Replicating boundaries,
Untraveled seas,
And memories
With each framed
Canvas layer,
His own brush painted
Dust and cracks
Between the shelves.
He held perfection,
Crushed, then glued
It back together,
And hoped that she
Was doing the same.
May 4, 2011
Twirl the gleaming barrel,
Send your pink personality
To the top.
Color by number-
You might be a 10
If you keep
Inside the lines.
