I Find Myself

I find myself
Trying to not listen to videos
Of you singing to me
More than 20 times a day
I find myself
Never having the self control to
Follow that
But follow you
Follow your voice
Instead
I find myself smiling
So much
I forgot what it's like to hide my teeth
I find myself
At 8am
Dressed and ready to go
Asleep at a reasonable hour
Because I need to see you
When your eyes are open
More than I need to see the moon
I find myself looking up
And looking forward
Waking up
And moving forward
Finding myself
Along the way
As I follow your voice
Up the road
To where you are
Moving toward you
Every second
Picking up pieces
Of myself
That I'd forgotten about
Or that I am discovering
Along the way
So as to tie them all together
In a presentation
A gift
For you.

I Could Taste the Stars Again

I was clinging to my pack of Marlboro red 100s
Not even actually
But the off brand
That smelled even worse of baby shit
And bad choices
I stood on them like a crutch
Buckling under my entire weight
I reached every night for NyQuil
And coffee
Because as much as Courtney Loved her uppers
Ms. Garland needed her downers to sleep
I got sober
To roam the streets at night
Lookin for trouble
And to give up on love

And then oops one day
Yes
Oops!
There you were
And the lights at Moulin Rogue
Turned back on
And somebody plugged the stars back in
And I remembered why the hell I got sober in the first place
And I brought to you my NyQuil
My caffeine tweaks
My John Wayne smokes
And told you how they made me sick
How heavy they were

You just stared at me
And commented
How lovely the stars look tonight
You said
How beautiful all these lights
And I looked up
With you
And dropped my chains
Watched my cigarettes turn into
Fingers
Free for the touching
Watched my coffee become
The second best part of waking up
And my NyQuil pour upside down
Into the sky
Who needs it
I said
With all these stars to sleep under
All the while you looked at me
Never asking me to change


But I could see in your eyes
How wonderful it was
To watch me take a deep breath in
For the first time in 9 years

I could feel the night in my lungs
I could taste all the stars again
I was falling in love with you
And then with a smile on our faces
I put
Myself
To sleep

Introduction

I never even bothered
With the question asked of so many poets
What would it be like
They ask
To discover a brand new color? 
To hear a sound you'd never imagined before? 
Why bother,
With such silly ideas 
I said 
When so much to discuss
Is already loaded and cocked
Ready to shoot out of our pens
Onto the page. 
I've come to understand
In these moments
Since I've met you
How beautiful that question is.
Coming at it backwards.
Because what is a color
What is a sound
But a feeling, waiting to happen?
Here it is
This thing I've never had the pleasure of feeling before
Pouring straight into my ribcage
With only a hint of permission
And wrapping around me on the inside
Promising me. 
Promising.
And I know now why poets have been asked
What of new senses?
It is so we could tell you
This is what.
This is me opening up
With a hint of permission
To a thing I didn't know 
I was even allowed to have an opinion of. 
This is me 
Staring 
With open eyes
Calling upon a part of myself
I haven't used since I was a child
The part of myself that receives, without pretense
An introduction
To a brand new experience 
Accepting 
That it is a part of the world.
Like the first time I looked into a computer screen
The first time I realized 
If you look at the moon
You can see a landscape
The first time I stepped into a body of water
That wasn't a bathtub 
Or swimming pool
But an ocean
A river
A water of God
This is me losing a virginity
I had forgotten how to lose
To a force I had forgotten
Could be wonderful
Re-learning that the trade-
Virginity for Experience-
Could be fair. 
This is the sound of something I have never heard before
This is a color I already know
Looks good on me
Before I even look at it
This is what it looks like to introduce myself
To something that wants inside of me
As much as it knows 
I will want it inside of me
Once it is there.

Fly

The first thing you learn to do
When you get to heaven
Is fly 

West

They have said that I am eloquent
Well you can say that again
Always love a compliment
It keeps me feeling relevant
But I've found a new predicament
Found that all my time is spent
Taking breaths and breathing in
Pheromones that's heaven scent
Brown eyes I am drowning in
A love that was so instant
I've got to say I'm finding it
Hard to believe I am sober

But I know
That I am
This man
Got me overwhelmed
And I can't
Understand
How it opened
Like a can of unplanned
Morning Folgers

He's the best part of waking up

It's insane
Roaming
Free through the plains
Calling his name
For years it's been played
Out again with no gain
Calling names through the grain
Feeling trapped in the weed
Now I'm finally free
And bam like lightning
He comes running to me

So I know they call me eloquent
But it's funny now I'm finding it
Hard to find the words to get
Across what I mean
Because he not only took from me
The luggage that I've been lugging
But every single air I breathe
And the words from my chest
And I'm doing my best
To try and undress
The little distress
Of wordless obsessions
But I must confess
I've no words left
The boy from the West
Came straight to my chest
And stole the wind out and left
Me with the best
Kind of addiction
Love

Take Me

Take me somewhere
To a place of cobblestone
And ferns side by side

Moment by Moment

Moment by moment
Completely contextual
Case by case
Situation