A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
On the cold mornings Or days when washing hangs in my r… My window glazes and there are thr… I don’t clear them I wonder if the larger are mine, a…
We all take joy In jokes and tricks yes? And I have less to take joy in Elsewhere As I’ve friends, as long as I’m u…
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
An image of foul fancy plagues me. A crowded desert of concrete; I see it all through artificial ey… Argus, though none sleep now. No… Wild eyed, we speak silence and
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
A sudden gust of wind and through a shiver I see a tree explode sparklike leaves shaken free a wide brimmed hat blocks the view
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
There are those So full of life that Even my cynicism cannot be matched You are such, and
I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes