Peony

Could you bleach me out?
eternal sunshine, hush, love—
time to erase me.

We are close, as in—
when we speak, distance dissolves
you’re where I belong.

take me out today—
the garbage truck is coming,
I'm only refuse.

grind my gears they say
enough with raccoon nonsense
but why leave trash out?

everything’s for sale,
sell your dignity, soul, for—
trinkets and numbness.

Yule log, hot cocoa,
rivendell lego and film,
my kind of Christmas.

kindle the ashes
with art, kindness, and we reach—
for a hand, a heart.

Carol of the Bells
beautifully sung by the
children's school choir

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Don’t go to your ex,
hold up signs, pretend carols—
cringe, actually.

I'm at the threshold
humanity and tech, where—
do we go from here?

winter won't be cold,
if we tend the fire and share,
food, shelter, and love.

You're the vine growing—
unwelcomed infestation
Fire will cleanse us both.

fireflies in flight
tiny lanterns flashing light,
A friend for tonight.

it’s late, don’t worry,
even if the moon is dim,
I’ve left the light on.

minorities feud—
admission to ivy league
and legacy wins.

‘Tis the season of
consumer dreams, bow on cars,
and that is holly

I have scrolled too far
my feed fractures, strangers show
where did my friends go?

what is my handle?
peony and ink brush, come—
befriend the raccoon.

(we’re showing signs of domestication. Get your raccoon friend today! 😆🫶🦝)

I obsess over
words, metaphors, and meaning.
a poet’s pursuit.

truth stretch to fiction
while your words take creative
directions with facts.

What’s in my pocket?
it's a quiz, not a riddle.
know the difference.

you are transparent
shallow water, pretend depth,
under-developed

I will mull the dull
whenever I feel the cull
in my raccoon skull

dog stares at the tree
presumes it's the owner, through
loving, cloudy eyes.

Who is the raccoon
reflecting back at me there?
Oh, it's a mirror.

the thorn embedded
in my heart, and pricked your name,
in every chamber.

we solve our problems,
with equations in math, but—
not in real life.

hush is the genteel
excuse, before the words leave
then the emotions.

I staggered all my—
longing, fact-checked, peer-reviewed,
you are my thesis.

we’ve spoken the words,
erased meanings, consumed in
complete destruction