By Amy Simone Piller
Caffeine is enjoyablewhen you are wide awake,well rested,unneeded.When tired,caffeine is chaos.
Why must what we need always be hard,and what we want so unnecessary?
By Amy Simone Piller
That naughty piece of hairyou noticedis sticking up again;hydrogen bonds too crave attention.
Carry on miniscule elementsamalgamate my desire
to be seen.
By Amy Simone Piller
On the phoneyou say not to let my issues get me.
This feels like cakein front of a kid with a weight problem.
Not that the problems are weighty,just that my eyes are bad.
By Amy Simone Piller
If you were told to hold up the skyWould you do it quickly, willingly comply?Or would you have something else to do,Burdens common, the greatest seeming undue?
And would it be heroic to walk away?Not to worry oneself day after day?Why take on more strife just to gripeWhen the world spins on regardless anyway?
Whose skies do [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
Everyday is beautiful;everything will change.Every moment has its magic,can it be sustained?
Streams are born in mountains,fountains born in form,delirious deciduousness, forever is forlorn.
Parameters are built,experience is mad,hopefulness is predicatedon never having had.
Meadows have many colorsthe sky can just reflectbuildings try to touch its thresholdbut never can connect.
How low on the [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
By the docks on Third Avenueyou try to teach meto drive stick.
Twice into third gearI switchedwhen you confidently prodded metowards greater Brooklyn.
You sat faithfully casual by my sideuntil a bus turned too wideand I had to reverse,stalled insteadimmediately criedwith you shouting to turn backon the carto shift againthe bus horn [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
We drive down the highway.For the countless time,I’ve put my life in your hands.
The music recedes to the background.I focus my energy forward,bracing for a crash,staring down the speedometer,silently telling itnot to let you go too fast.
You joke about hydroplaning,break the tension(the mouting family vacation).
In high schoolyou took the shoulder of the [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
I told my mother oncethat I liked summer campbecause I could tell the counselors,yet unknown,all about myselffrom the beginning.
So much have I cravedfor someone to see things my way,to validatethat those toowould be the decisionsthey would have made.
That indeed in my wholenessI was worthyof being loved.
By Amy Simone Piller
Part I—Intention Expressed
When light peers my vision—you enter my mind;This I tell you in gift: a pocket love song.Forever I’ll sing words to shower you kind,Like though far I feel, for your body I long.
Attention I’ll pay you while passing my day,Though busy the world, I’ll become not contentTo presume you’ll understand what [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
Ah! To return to the smell of exhaust,the sunset of smogthe reason for late nightsthe rhyme of alarmthe unnatural undulationsof my urban lungs
A fondness I haverandom collisions’ confusion,the exponential powerof meaningless intersections.