POEM

POEM

A grocery list from the future

ripe of unlightened matches

POEM

Four letters that could be houses or countries or spoons

and just ask&shine together

POEM

What if concrete was a purple hug – only too soft to touch

it could be a rainbow beard‘s birthday party, cake

for every other yard – four chairs around each pot

POEM

I pick candles from your tongue and put them into a new alphabeth.

Sometimes you count to ten, but there is no fire. Never.

And always back to the question what comes next

Where are you praying? Who are you going home with?

What does it feel like to come back when you have never left?

No melting corn fields and burning snow beneath?

POEM

I find everything in you,

serious cloud

I would jump on,

were you made of real cotton candy.