pushing pronouns

pushing pronouns like a pharmacist pushes pharmaceuticals
like a physician prescribes penicillin
I pen these words
with no thought for prose or the traditions of poets past tense
I'm reckless with my thoughts
scribbling side notes like scribes scribble sutras
I scramble for the right words to say
leaving little lines behind, like I love the way you smell
Or, I read this the other day and I just thought that you should see it
for now, I'll keep posting these poems, hoping one day they'll capture your essence

us against the world

"This time were not giving up."
fingers crossed
hands interlocked
two forty-fives cocked.
"Sweety, it looks like we're surrounded."
a flood of cop cars envelope us
helicopters hovering overhead
severing our hopes of a getaway like strings cut from a school girls birthday balloon.
"We're not getting out of this one alive."
A police man pulls out a megaphone behind the refuge of his creme colored patrol car.
"Drop your weapons. We have you surrounded."
I lock eyes with my sweety, hearts beating, beads of sweat retreating down my face.
she reads my thought.
we pause a moment
and then
unleash a hailstorm of bullets.
the patrolmen return fire, pumping us with pounds of gunfire.
a bullet pierces my chest.
i look to my sweetheart, hands still interlocked.
her eye catches mine before my face fractures against the cold concrete floor.
our final thoughts ring out in unison.
"We are not giving up.
It's us against the world."

Lost at Sea

when every move you make is wrong

but inside feels right

should you question yourself

reversing the sail with all your might

because the winds are strong

and they are blowing me apart

I'm lost at sea

paralyzed

will I make it out this evening

I don't know where I am
seven sharks circling around me
left alone with my thoughts in the night 

Salvia

sometimes i think about you, and how you slipped into my brain
sidestepping alarm systems and smoke signals, sneaking past protective properties like my
bodies blood brain barrier
distorting my sense of reality, reestablishing what was realistic
leaving me to ponder what was really real
I’ll never forget you
and how you made me feel
floating freely in foreign realms
I could say I wish I never met you
but that’s not being sincere

Food for Thought

"I can do it."
Those words whisper down my bones breaching each and every cell in my body.
"I am enough."
Thoughts that travel through my nervous system downloading their data deep into my brain.
"I will overcome."
A single solitary statement strong enough to strike down seventy men standing sixty feet tall.
There's power behind these words, power to transport and transform, power to change.
I said there's power behind these words, your whole life they arrange.

Jesus Christ

what if Jesus was a man
who could walk on water
heal the sick
and raise the dead.
what would that say about you and I?

Liquid Crack

Like electric eels coursing through my veins
the poison prompted my heart to pump even more blood
past proximal organs to all points perceptible by me.
I could feel it in my big toe.
I took another sip. Then a drag.
Lifting off like airplanes on landing strips
I left earth, loving every second of it.
Leaving behind the littered bodies of peoples on starlit street corners down below.
Smiling from ear to ear, I took another sip of coffee and said to my friend, come see what it feels like from up here.