Chance to

are you back yet
in the corner recesses of my mind
waiting
lurking
like a selfish bumble bee
sucking up all the
flower juices
stealing all the essence
before I have a
chance to breathe–

To Write

how is it that
i have not written a poem
in so many days
they pass
like whispers in the wind
disappear like cats
underneath the house
blackness enveloping
my soon to be carcass
if i do not take the moment
to stop
to breathe
to write–

No Time

No time
No time
Time
Time
Not mine
Fine

Presents

the voices in your head
they said
they said
that the whispering you heard
was about you
instead it was just
a small fraction of the universe
giving birth to itself
again and
again and
again
except you weren’t evolved enough
yet
to accept 
its 
pre
sence–

Trust

Today you said
you’re really happy
to be working with me
and trust that I can
teach more than
anyone else you know–

Purple Paci

The purple paci
keeps falling out
of your mouth
you’re learning to
use your hands
to push it
back in
hungry to satisfy
your sucking reflex
happily drifting
away to
another
sleep land
to
dream–

Labor Day

The quiet of
the white room
and still I hear
your voice
too much
too much
just let us
rest in
peace–