I Drew The Moon Of My Dreams

I waited for it to appear in eclipses.
Put an onion on my heart and call it a meal,
or howl until it gets us anywhere less blue.
I’ve been having a horrible time closing
my eyes and finding the day older
and birds fluttering into open windows,
making themselves a part of the decor.
I’ve been having a horrible time with standards
of division to make tomorrow more complete.
The moon of my dreams makes the world
a coffee shop and I’m ready to pull it together
and fly into the trees that scratch the sky.
What’s so hard about courage, except
that it requires a leap? The moonlight creaks.

I waited so long, I had to borrow a melody
from the void, and you danced in the season
like it was a sundress. The decorative birds
chirping signal that we could rush into a new plane
whenever. Anywhen. When the ambiguous
dawn begins to define the impossible chapters.

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I take classes, I take classes,
I fail even at passing notes to cute girls,
I do not think they’ll put me in their MASH.

96 proof on the board, I could be better
if we come on baby do the twist
and a splash of soda.

I should have been a million dreamed up butterflies
burning down the forest of bodhi trees.

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Kevin Grijalva, from The Love Song of J. Alredo FlimFlam, featured in the upcoming issue 7 of N/A Literary Magazine

Kevin Grijalva has had work featured in Underwater New York, Red Skeleton, Radius, decomP magazinE, and elsewhere. He writes at thetargetbird.com

Stay tuned for more sneak peeks!

(via naliterarymagazine)

Oh hey, I did a poem and it’s gonna be in N/A, which is an awesome mag run by awesome people. Also, makes up for the lack of new stuff, maybe? Hopefully?

10 Apr 2014 / Reblogged from naliterarymagazine with 38 notes

you are real and strong and no matter
what some wonderful could happen
looking at the sea from atop an island

our youth will exist in every age
because it has to but without the contrary
there is no progress - release me

from my heart so it can meet you
in the great and small distractions
without foraging in their drift

trashthetics:

LMAO I posted the wrong screenshots before whatever

basically once I hear back from some ppl about how they want their names to appear here then I am like

done????
formatting stuff

I think

Cue: mush

Flattered is not the word and I’m very proud of you. I mean, I basically ushered you into poetry maturity and now you’ve become a beautiful butterfly* doing awesome poetry things and I can’t keep up with you anymore which makes me sad in an overjoyed way. Ugh.


*or maybe a moth. I feel like you might be a moth.

19 Mar 2014 / Reblogged from trashthetics-deactivated2014040 with 17 notes

If All We Are Is What We Do

All we need to do is something.
So we fished in the city’s
wallet and found dirty change
and left over sand from a far away beach,
then took the train like a jet pack
so we had to squint through the rushing dark.

Things got me all knotted up
cause I was still late
and I’m now writing a note to apologize
and say god I want to kiss you
most minutes, except maybe
when the sky cracks open
but even then could you rejoin me
in a slow dance in a crowded bar?

The mastiff of sun accelerating
our change of seasons sheds on the couch,
I tried to nap the drinks off
but sneezed the pigeons from their wire
and the flutter shook you back
into rejuvenating and all I could think was
how different it would be, having
breakfast with you every day,
or looking out into the sea.

In a later nap’s dream,
I asked you to take notes of all
the hints of different somethings
kicking into a hurricane.

14 Mar 2014 / 78 notes / poetry poem lit ttb poetry