Myth
God was my idea.
I thought it up while we made love
because I wanted to be
something else, something
omnipotent and virile something
perfectly innocent.
I invented god because I wanted you to love me.
But it isn't fair of me to expect
that from you, you sweaty little goddess.
Maybe if I pull your hair and you
scream obscenities, those obscenities
will create little organic worlds.
God was my idea but
I made a mistake,
I shouldn't have let
god make you
make god.
Untitled
So much I've missed
locked inside myself
not the sky, there is
sky in here
not the mountains, there are
mountains here
but the ocean, I miss the ocean
in this dry place.
Five Haiku
the rain falls harder in my bones...
deep in the sea
i hold the world
with eight arms
winter butterfly
a scattered storm
regroups
I bring things unsaid
to a wake
of buzzards
sakura at the heart of it sakura
