Photos by Matthew Pandolfe


Love pushes the boat out to a vast sea 

Beginning the slow drift to a guided symphony 

Left to float alone like a baby in a man's mind for the first time 

Born too early for ones own aged life 

Leave me now with a pot of old leaves 

Ill water them down & teach them how to breath 

The tidal waves will move beneath you

As you observe from the furthest and most centered view

A god you have elevated to! 

And the love in which was lost from the waters 

Are now flooded with beloveds

Never to sink 

And Never to be slaughtered

The symphonies will ring true

Move through the floor boards and into you

God will laugh 

At the mess you made

But I, my own fawn of a boy

Will cast the net

And catch the blue