Rooftop

Today
I climbed thirty thousand steps
Damn near twice the steps we tumbled
Exactly a year ago

From up here, it's still you

Bullet Train

The best words are
Written in transit
The best feelings are desired
At rest

Will mine find you in time

Fuji

What is your mountain
Your reason
The path for which you risked
These giant slopes

The point where you can feel, here

War

The men prepare for
A war they may never face
Creating their own to feel useful
Women prepare for the war

Waged against them throughout time

Wounds

Meticulously 

Dressing her own wounds
He wouldn't know how
Far too much bandage

Not enough rosewater

Peaked

I can move mountains
With my words
Every single mountain but one 

Ours became massive with each attempt to converge

While our peak remained the same

Coat

I asked politely for
You to hand me my coat
This may be your house but it's my coat
I already have to face the rain out there

Why shower me in disgrace

Deed

When will I learn
Love is a gift not a reward
Most likely when least expected
Least cherished when most expected

Yet still a result of good deeds

Point One Percent

What if I wrote a book
The way history has always unfolded
A story of the richest few dozen
Living in a world where no one else existed

The world they have always lived in

Hawk

She's a hawk
Hovering over my feelings
Searching for least suspecting
The fattest ones lead her to danger

While begging to be devoured

Every Which Way

I want you everywhere once
All the places
I never had you
Taking you down wish after wish

Until the candles burn out

Numbered

Being in your love

Feels like recess

A few minutes here and there

That matter more than whole days

Nonetheless they are always numbered

Pause

Your lips
My lips
Nothing in between
And nobody

That's how time stops

Honest Living

Can't help but feel
You stole him from me
All this time wasted trying
To change you into him on my dime

I could been out earning him

Pastures

You can't start a new fire
On scorched earth
It burns pathetic, wasted fuel
The funny thing is

It makes it easier for new growth

Drafts

It's bad poetry
We were bad poetry
Overly literal
A straightforward disaster

Your recollection is even worse prose

Me

Oh, okay
Not my personality either
Hope and prayer is all I can bank on
To get someone to fall for me

That or I just stop being me

Assigned

I've been trying to figure out
Why I no longer value your opinion
Eureka!
You haven't done the assigned work

Love is a group project

Approach

I have every intention
Of reliving the past
Mostly my carefully calculated decisions
Have afforded me sunny days

Just this time I've brought my umbrella

Grip

Finger by finger
She let him go
Photos, messages, cards, jewellery
Memories

Just like that he became a was

Covers

She gift-wrapped this night
In expectation
He undressed her and left himself clothed
In cowardice

They lay side by side facing their shared ceiling

Haggle

My heart is a market
Sold bit by bit
Always fresh, always at a fair price
Still they haggle me

Each time wanting more for less

Squander

He was a gambler
Didn't really plan things out too far
Basically he squandered my tolerance
On petty fights he bet he could win

Left me nothing to spend on a future together

Move On

Have you loved again
Are you holding your breath
Until I pass out
If you feel the same way about me

You are trying to kill a ghost

Perhaps One

He was happy
For him days became like weeks
For her weeks became days
Each flying by with the reminder

She can't afford to waste two whole lives

Friday

Days like this when
I only want you to join me
Extra tickets
Asking extra people to fill your void

I still buy in pairs hoping you'd accept an invite

Of Labour

I was fruit
Sweet, soft, supple
A prayer answered for the malnourished
Then I became fruit

Sweet, unhealthy, rotting, not enough alone

Slumber

When someone wakes you up yelling
That's what it's like for the racist
Waking them from the American dream
Screaming history, facts, dates, proof

At once peacefully closed eyes

Lids

Now put a lid on it
It's too loud
There's already so much noise
I can't appreciate your song here

I've listened out for you in every silence

Salutation

Not ready for goodbye
Again
Not exactly prepared for hello
Perhaps because we never left

Perhaps because we never will

Nuit Blanche

Everyone's out there
Searching for art
I found it in the comfort
Of an empty bed

The canvas begs to be smothered in you

Chill

Having you would be
Bliss, silky soft, I imagine
Imagining you is warmer
Than realizing them

I'll need you for nothing less than a season

Piper

I have no doubt now
I really am your happiness
You need me singing my song
To find your way from this cave

But outside, it only works if I'm outside

Baked

How do you open an oven
So late, so many years late and
Still the fork reveals we're not yet baked
Though salivating overhow great it'll taste

Even if it were never to rise