He buried the arm.
Black dirt, cracked under a blazing sun.
His bones slid stiffly into one another; shovel slipped from sweat.
He’d covered the face already. A pale mask of serenity with burnt black sockets.
Dead leaves blew past his legs. The house shook. Boards rattled against the wind.
A paperboy passed by.
What a stupid waste of flesh.
He waved.
******** stupid.

Juxtapose
that monotone heart
with my sanity
and watch my brain melt
the fragments of doubt
you tried calling love

Watch out
For the greatness
That sits
Inside of you

Do not leave it alone
It is not luggage
Not visiting
It does not need your permission to stay

Treat it like family
Like summertime
Treat it well
Like it belongs there
Make it bold
Hold it tight to your body
Make it your body
Live within it every day

Be bold
Be great
Before you forget it is yours to own

I hate poems that rhyme
almost as much as human's concept of time.

****.
It's already 4:48???

Before you licked my windshield clean,
I kept hitting every ******* curb.
You laughed at me and said all of the cracked bumpers and shallow dents could have been prevented;
I blame it on my lack of automobile knowledge.
"It has nothing to do with cars, Amelia."

There's a boy
(isn't there always?)
with eyes so deep
that I couldn't tell you how many galaxies
I've counted when he looks at me.

He tells me about the suicide note in the bottom drawer.

Whispering about not belonging in this world is our ***** talk,
and I kiss his words before they
shatter on the floorboards like
the Sunday I drove too fast around the corner.

I have whiplash from both.

The rear view mirror
Landed in my lap
Where you used to rest your head
And say you weren't sure which way was up
I told you to follow the stars
And you laughed in my face
But I wasn't joking
So I rolled my eyes
Until I couldn't stop
And they got stuck like that forever

It's a shame because you always said my eyes were the second prettiest thing about me

A beautiful sun set, rainy days, stormy nights, fast food, sunlight.

The moon in the sky, an ant hill, a boring walk a Hulu hoop.

A sad smile, a tummy ache, a tall tree, a dog in pain.

A tough croud, a poor man, a lonely child, the president.

A loaf of bread, sour milk, the trash can, a funny show.

A wet floor, a window sill, a happy thought, a hurricane.

Shaggy carpet, green paint, an old car, a loving cat or someone fat.

I cherish our life together.

The sounds of  the innocent.
Can only come from a child.