1. YOU
You’re like early morning dew.
Showing up after dark.
Gone the moment our fingers touch.
I can’t soak you up.
You’re like early morning dew.
Showing up after dark.
Gone the moment our fingers touch.
I can’t soak you up.
budapest, 2018
budapest, 2018
2. ME
Build yourself a box
So you can decide
What can’t go inside.
Build yourself a box
So you can decide
What can’t go inside.
3. PAST: TO MOVE ON
You are both empty and full,
like the lake filled only with itself.
You are both empty and full,
like the lake filled only with itself.
lake wolfgang, austria, 2018
tokyo, 20204. PAST: REMEMBERING
The subway goes forward;
You go backward.
Dissolving the present with the past.
Until you’re lost in the gaze
Of hazy eyes alive again
Because he saw you.
And the twinge isn’t because he isn’t here now.
But because you never cared.
Then.
The subway goes forward;
You go backward.
Dissolving the present with the past.
Until you’re lost in the gaze
Of hazy eyes alive again
Because he saw you.
And the twinge isn’t because he isn’t here now.
But because you never cared.
Then.
5. PAST: CONFRONTING
A memory that was never there in the first place.
Was it really so bad?
Reinventing the past to make the present feel okay?
A memory that was never there in the first place.
Was it really so bad?
Reinventing the past to make the present feel okay?
coffee shop in prague, 2019
somewhere above pacific ocean, 20206. PRESENT: PROGRESS
The soupy end-of-day thoughts your brain repurposes into dreams.
The soupy end-of-day thoughts your brain repurposes into dreams.
budapest, 20187. PRESENT: REFLECTIONS
Watching the city turn over in its sleep.
Watching the city turn over in its sleep.
8. FUTURE: PERSPECTIVE
We are all listlessly dripping
From what comes ahead.
We are all listlessly dripping
From what comes ahead.
gallery in vienna, 2018
los angeles, 20188. CONCENTRATING
So you’ve been doing some listening lately.
To your feet when they’re tired of searching;
To your hands when they’re tired of feeling;
To your eyes when they’re tired of watching
The rest of everyone else’s lives float by.
So you’ve been doing some listening lately.
To your feet when they’re tired of searching;
To your hands when they’re tired of feeling;
To your eyes when they’re tired of watching
The rest of everyone else’s lives float by.
9. DISTRACTION
So there you are.
Waking up but still asleep.
And there he is.
That person who isn’t who he should be.
And there you go
Taking him to get food from a place where you don’t eat.
Nothing is the way it should be.
So there you are.
Waking up but still asleep.
And there he is.
That person who isn’t who he should be.
And there you go
Taking him to get food from a place where you don’t eat.
Nothing is the way it should be.
brooklyn, 2020
los angeles, 201910. QUE SERA SERA
And the mountains pin the clouds to the sky and the clouds pelt the ground with their weight and the ground holds the loss and then the veil that lifts to reveal now where you are.
And the mountains pin the clouds to the sky and the clouds pelt the ground with their weight and the ground holds the loss and then the veil that lifts to reveal now where you are.
tulum, 201911. WIND
The howl is empty like the hole formed by your lips
Or the clasp in your ear,
Marking the dull pain you used to replace
A sharper kind.
The howl is empty like the hole formed by your lips
Or the clasp in your ear,
Marking the dull pain you used to replace
A sharper kind.
12. RELUCTANT
There is no reflex for standing still.
There is no reflex for standing still.
vienna, 2018
jefferson market garden, nyc, 201913. Maturing
Don’t be a follower
They said, as they picked up the knife.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as the cold metal pressed against your side.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as flesh met teeth.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as they tore away at your core.
In your grimace they smiled
At their new accessory.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as they picked up the knife.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as the cold metal pressed against your side.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as flesh met teeth.
Don’t be a follower
They said, as they tore away at your core.
In your grimace they smiled
At their new accessory.
13. MOVING ON
You’ve imagined this moment —
How it would feel to reskin the chipped paint
And rebuild your fortress with something nearly ornate.
You’ve imagined this too:
The great unveiling
Unmasking a masterpiece.
But you never became Master of your peace.
Instead another image came to manifest:
Patterns and textures and door frames crumbling at your feet.
A decade of loathing slathered into a burst of temptation.
A massacre.
At the end there was just floor and four walls
And a sneaking feeling.
Call it fate.
You’ve imagined this moment —
How it would feel to reskin the chipped paint
And rebuild your fortress with something nearly ornate.
You’ve imagined this too:
The great unveiling
Unmasking a masterpiece.
But you never became Master of your peace.
Instead another image came to manifest:
Patterns and textures and door frames crumbling at your feet.
A decade of loathing slathered into a burst of temptation.
A massacre.
At the end there was just floor and four walls
And a sneaking feeling.
Call it fate.
tulum, 2019
santa teresa, costa rica, 201814. WRITING
Is this what it’s like?
To feel alive?
Or are we simply awake
Straining our eyes in the dark
Fumbling for meaning in the drizzle of rain.
Pressing fingerprints anywhere
— Whatever they can find —
Wherever it is
Is somewhere they don’t belong.
Grasping for reason
— or maybe it’s validation —
A thankless frivolity.
And all this time spent squeezing out words
Frittering around a page awkwardly.
Is this what it’s like?
To feel alive?
Or are we simply awake
Straining our eyes in the dark
Fumbling for meaning in the drizzle of rain.
Pressing fingerprints anywhere
— Whatever they can find —
Wherever it is
Is somewhere they don’t belong.
Grasping for reason
— or maybe it’s validation —
A thankless frivolity.
And all this time spent squeezing out words
Frittering around a page awkwardly.