Flare

The point is:

a poem is
a match-flare

one moment, two

before dying out

the point is:

a poem is
where the magic
happens

a flare that doesn't
flicker and die

frozen, encased
immortal,
moments live on

My Name is

My name is a poem my
mother wrote
my father helped


First:
because it's generations
old


Next:
because we like it
you don't always need a reason
like what you like


Last:
because our family
our people are
more than just individuals
this name means
you are not alone

Me and Emily

Me and Emily
we got a thing.

Yeah she's dead
and nobody can know if
she would go down
with a woman(good guess,
but nobody’s alive to recall)

Doesn't matter anyway.

Me and her, She and me
we understand each other

she left those words for me
to say,

you there, future girl
I know you
I love you

you and me
we got a thing
like the buzz
of drowning,
of bees

Who Doesn't?

what I have is ghosts
who stay with me
while I ride in the dark

ghosts who
don't haunt me anymore
but give
other people the creeps

what I have is ghosts
of course, and so do you

an infestation
the proverbial baggage,
with more rattling chains
and self-closing doors