I Live Above the Boiler Room 

 

I live above the boiler room 

The intermittent, mildly thunderous rumble 

Strangely soothes me

 

Fire in the belly of the building I live in 

Core of the heart of the skeletal structure within 

 

Reminds me to try not to forget 

To storm the gates of the docile 

The indifferent, the passive 

 

To embrace the recklessness 

Of this undernourished spirit 

The rambunctiousness 

Of this unsupervised wit 

 

And yes, to fuel the fire 

To take the road of Frost 

Less travelled by, the path that begs 

The legs to run, the head to spin, and the heart to race 

 

Rumi whispers, mischievously, from the embers: 

‘Run from what is comfortable, 

Live where you fear to live’ 

Thirteenth century wisdom lingers 

 

I live above the boiler room 

The warm wooden floor below me shivers 

Restless ghosts of future fervor 

Nestle into the boiler’s rhythm, and I am 

awake

 

Ether Fields (for Elisa Lam) 

 

Through the ether fields 

Elevator aliens 

Cecil-haunted halls 

Ramirez-clouded lens

To the top she goes 

No witnesses, no pills 

Seeking water’s womb 

Spirits call her home 

Have you been drowning in this all along?

 

Truth Serum Green Tea 

 

Within a wordless, ferocious 

Exquisitely awkward 

Pause 

In conversation 

The reckless and precise 

Embrace of their eyes 

Told a story yet unlived, vivid still 

In the veins and in the will 

And after hours of seemingly 

Idle 

Chatter, and endless cups 

Of truth serum green tea 

She said she was drunk from  

nothing 

But the day to live 

The moment to be