nomadic | poems

go, go, go

red eye

on a plane, on a plane rising
the hostess refuses to smile;
they won't sell me drink for the whole flight back to Europe

dear neutered body
say hello to a hail mary state of mind.

a sedate window view
of an out of reach dreamer,
pour into me.
it is now the hour to say goodbye.

we were always falling like stars
between clouds that formed a final breath.
the other knew the other
too well.

how you can be volatile and not know.
I shape a heart from a headphone lead
toast a cup of warm water
to no one
to anyone who feels this particular.

the final act
of a born run away
moving through the world at good speed.  

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starving

starving can only be done alone.
lovers are quenched by love
twins come in pairs
poets grip, bottles of wine.
suits like coffins, tailor-made
rain drops, never raindrop
a slave does not belong.
she is gone
sweet innocent pop
song after midnight
play once
over and over.
stray dogs never form a pack.
because it can only be done alone.