i have four

cats

Butch
Callie
Midnight
Tigger

sometimes noone
understands me
but
them.

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I am
a circle of emotion and blood
in the hand of Columbus

on the way to my new world

with painted nails
i lay here
thinking of you.

your calming warm smile
your funny glowing eyes
your flowing short

and i remember the time
we spent together just talking
and listening and being close

but i can't help
thinking that we could
have been much more

and now i
must be alone
with my thoughts

Today i stood
on a precipice
and jumped.
Hurtling through an
endless cloud of
blue-gray
i thought of
all the things
i was
and will be
and i realized
as my
eagle wings took
flight that i
am you
and you are
me and the
canyon walls
couldn't hold me anymore.

This is a poem.
You are a poem.
I am a poem.

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today two poems met
paper burning in the night
I watched them as they spoke
words letters characters flying
until there was nothing


left


but a pile of dirty laundry words

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I am here
alone
and suddenly it
becomes clear to
me
that the
cold
has snuck up
and embraced me with her warmth.

Will you use me
as kindling -
a pile of branches to
start
the bonfire?

Anonymous lights
rush
to me?
Home.
Their piercing
brilliance a
paradox
in the dusk.

All at once I
feel
like
screaming, laughing, crying
because the
warmth
of my thoughts
succumbs to this
winter's bite
and my bones
tremble
as the twigs that are
me
begin to spark.

Colo(u)rs are
mustardpastellavendarchartreuse and in
my mind
the rainbow swirls until
you and I
are flying in a tornado of
black
and
white
and some

shadesofgray.

you are
a brother
a friend
two-legged free spirit
shot in the lung
by piercing inconsiderate vaccuum arrows
and I watch
as your body grows weaker
as your existence grows stronger
and I see you burst from your shyness
because you know
as I know
that you will live
forever in those immortal worlds
of your mind and hands
and I see a smile bloom
through your worried facade.

Sometimes life really pisses me off
because my cricket keeps jumping
with every step I take.
I remember the other night
we went to buy tickets
to the snow covered funhouse
and with trembling hands
we walked for hours,
until we met a tiny ally
in the shape of a budding rose.
Her underdeveloped thorns led us
to the ticket booth
but all I could think about
was how the gardener might notice
a missing rose
and call it in
after curfew.
I tried to kill
the cricket,
but have you ever noticed
how far those things can jump?