3 Short Poems

  

your MIAMI sweatshirt reads I MAIM in the mirror 


but i don’t think you meant it
one of those tricks that light plays
sometimes how catfish in a pond
see the moon at the water’s surface
tangible only just out of reach 
unaware of all the space between 
where light happens and reflects
not quite how we thought it to be 





pale shadow society 

the aliens and atoms 
don’t concern themselves
with star borne expressions 
of our social construct of night 
bound only to gravity and a lack 
of free will the greys explain regret
as a choke chain collar we all wear 
on a walk between heavenly bodies 
in rivers among the halogen moonlight 





waves

little blue waves 
crashing into each other 
silently as their sound
was borrowed by the conch 
up against my ear fish
whispers about seaweed 
deforestation and vanished 
persons still linger within
echoing a little longer 
as the tide starts to ebb