There she is, there’s the girl Playing with her ball I pour the water out of the cup Quiet as a mouse enter the house So significant the blanket Remain quiet or a question ask? They will think I’m cocky if I ask Such a wistful beautiful girl Warm and safe from monsters under that […]
On some evening after sunset, I’ll drift home on a star. Happily with my eyes shut, drifting through the sky over the roofs and past the cars, not too near, not too far. If you’re awake and you see me go by, wave your hands but don’t you cry, my sweet babies; this is not […]
A sonnet is truly too hard to write since there are so many styles and types. Make it with ten syllable or without? Octave, sestet, rhyme or not, I don’t know Be it inspiration by the gods or the great men: Shakespeare, Petrarch and Spencer, I will turn this struggle over and out until I […]
Where are we going and whom are we calling? Talk over each other’s voices and yell through the window dirty like a child What city and what state? Whichever helps us lose the most weight What listings? More helpful than I thought, didn’t even need to pick up a book or ask a person- just […]
I look at you lying with me in bed and when you look back at me, my chest feels warm. I have to squeeze you, but I don’t want ever to end this link. But your shirt feels so soft and my head fits perfectly on your chest. These arms that rub my back are […]
Open your mouth and inhale The freshly mowed grass dirt, soil It’s all clean A cool breeze and a tight squeeze Through the center of the earth Earth Set up and cast The smell of the lake When the fish is caught Touch the cool, rough scales before You throw it back. There’s still blood […]
My search for truth is frustrated How often have you played the lyre? The role of the goddess changes until there is a heartless soul, then nothing – same song after song until even time is redundant so tuning you out becomes an impossible necessary for you’re the one who always plays the lyre
On a Typical Night Sparks shoot off the train through the gray, grey morning The whorehouse feels the burning and the fire consumes the liquor store. Until the pistols swell from exploding through the memories of girls who’ve grown to feed on men like meat But men can spoil in the heat and pay off […]
Carefree days can’t make up for careless ways. So if it is too hot – drop it Or you freeze with the pain of the heat So cold it burns It is impossible to endure And you give up and hope Because you may not last.
The summer days turn into nights And summer nights dissolve But keep breathing The seasons roll by and summer returns.