Bees

Knobby knees.

I think that’s the only explanation for the

“k” + “n” equation

Other than “gnome”

But that doesn’t matter, because in my head

It was spelled with a “k”

Getting down.
Vulnerability embodied no matter which way you

Swing it

Blow-job bruises

Submission to one

Greater than thou or at least above

That’s where the divide happens

You’re low.

The thou

The you

The eye

Hands raised in plea and praise

As the knobs hit in hollow resonation

St. Peter's

Taking refuge in the caverns

Escaping movement and noise to sit

Meditating and paying homage to the worth

Air tasting like comfort-flames

Flickering pieces lighting our spirits

Control panel for the human soul

Insinuating awe after awe

With the stacks

Rows lining aisle ways

Alter worship of New York

Where words and art

Adorn hearts

Alleys and subway stations

Perhaps all the chill hurry

Needs to be simmered out

To the simplest of

Reverent pockets of light

The noble pursuit of hands.

To build reconstructive bridges

From broken channels that once

Spanned from her heart to mine.

My hands touched the keys again

For the first time tonight.

Power Smoothies

Reminiscing the day when

We lived in places

More exciting than the ones

Keeping us up now

Dressed like scum

Talking liking sailors

Over cups of caffeine

Pretending we could save

The word on power smoothies

People from out of the woodwork.