peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…