Tag: wnq poetry

ether

a dream
a memory
from a life lived
or living 

maybe mine
maybe someone
else’s

sleepy
sun, still
waking, weaving
between blades 
of thick Iowa grass
yellowing and resolute

worshipping
their golden 
god. 

eternal beds
canopied with iron gates

glorious even in
decaying.

a cemetary in Iowa // a.s.m 

oh, the way they lie
through glass lenses
for dollar signs 
it isn’t true love
unless you apologize 


show me something real
where the love hurts like i do
i don’t want fake tears


i want passion that burns 
lovers to the ground
and dwindles down 


and they emerge like phoenixes
from the dust.

the movies lie // a.s.m 

am i going to be like
my favorite song in tenth grade:
the one i memorized all the words to
& listened to 347 times
which subsequently lost all its meaning?


or the quotes & photos i hang up
on my bedroom wall with the
intent to inspire:
the ones that i wake up to everyday
& seize to notice anymore?


will you see my face & hear my laugh
& look into my eyes one
too many times: will i
begin to become
ordinary, too?

out of the ordinary // a.s.m