Wetland
Metallic torrents
Heavy moss of broken hearts
Muddy callouses
Flashes of Eternal
Hot summers by the waves
Released my anxiety
We felt nothing if not brave
To be the misfits of society
A hesitant hand
Left much to be discovered
As we got lost in wonderland
If only I would have known there was an other
Some days were full of affection
Other days were shrouded in misery
Appearing to be nothing less than perfection
Your endearing smile was a real muck of trickery
I pity the fool
Who has the next alluring dance with you
PNW
Emerald and Gold
That is all I’ve known
The hippies and trees
Blending in the patchy gray sky
The smell of Voodoo and Dutch Bros
Gathering on the pollinated wind
As I was carried away
From a bowl to an island
My heart now branded with bright green and blue
I fly with the seagulls
And dance in the new urban city streets
A lifetime in the land of
Wispy Conifers and Springing Scarlet Salmon
I see my roots engraved nowhere else
So “Roll on, Columbia, Roll On."
Rainbow Eyes
Sweet lover
Cherry blossoms and mascara
Humid evenings
The cry of my mother
The colors of the rainbow
Reflect in the ordinary eyes
Of those around us turned into
Scapegoats.
A sense of wrongness fills the bellies
Of the White Republic
When they see us walk down the street.
“How could you do this to the Church? To our family!”
Is the first whip at my vulnerable heart
Sweet lover
Cherry blossoms and mascara
Humid evenings
The cry of my mother
Fathoming this notion leaves us choking
On the bile of our accusers.
We are gay with happiness
Our love shines through the filth
Of the White Republic
We march
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
Gay
To the White Republic
It is time we walk on rainbows
Everyday
To feel the unity of our community
Engulfed with flames
Sweet lover
Cherry blossoms and mascara
Humid evenings
The cry of my mother
