Surprise It always comes a surprise when you fall and you tell yourself, Now I know and this won't happen next time. and you live on you laugh and you ache and your forget, we all do. and another fall comes out of nowhere like the heat wave in the middle of a cold fall … Continue reading Surprise

Box That's just life, you say as you wrap things in old news paper, a constant movement we both smile. a constant movement. oh look, in June 7th 2001 a group of exotic birds escaped from the city zoo, I say looking at the old paper. I bet they didn't take any boxes with them, … Continue reading Box

Tired Heart still beating we lay side by side with the minimal touch of foot as if to say "Hey I like touching you, but it's too hot" that's ok we both give a little wiggle to our toes to confirm breathing sweaty tired heart slowing down you get up to drink water and I … Continue reading Tired

Dozen I fill my pockets with them 4 in my pants 6 in my jacket (4 in side, 2 in front) then I take 2 in my hat I never go out without poems I scatter them around as I make my rounds around the town one to the bartender one for the past lovers … Continue reading Dozen

Slow Slow down for a moment slow down yes yes like that can you hear? that's your heart beating the woodpecker behind the rib cage can you feel it? that's your breath the wind moving through your body going in and coming out let the sun speak to you let the wind touch you let … Continue reading Slow

Little Not the explosion of a start a billion light years away Not the battle of tectonic plates slaming against each other like angry rams Not when ocean open its mouth to take in the depressive cities maddened by productivity Nor god's death ah no no you know how to survive all these ah but … Continue reading Little

Big Not for the power not for the money not for the fame For everything that is big that is infinite The ocean The desert The sky The universe and Love. for everything that is ever expanding Everything reminds me how little I am. Peyman 10.21.16 Washington, D.C.

Squeeze I was never the morning type nor liked eating breakfast But I always liked walking around in my boxers on saturday mornings feeling the hardwood floor with my barefoot laugh at my hangover feel the heat coming through the window squeeze you oranges and watch you smile at me, still in bed your face … Continue reading Squeeze