I want you Out of my head Out of my heart I want your memory To leave me be
2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation
I have done you Oh, so wrong. I have never given you What you need Forgive my failure
The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.
To have kept you Would have cost me Nothing To have lost you
Life is right judgement Wisdom divides great from small Wrongness has no life
Today is the last day I am going to do this to myself The last day I will hold on to any hope Today is the last day
The million incandescent bulbs that line Gibbs St from Barrett Place to Main go out just after midnight. Stragg… smokers sit or stand in the alley
Driven too long with out coolant With out lubricant, my wife Blew the head gasket on the old Buick century. Now lifeless on the flatbed. Wait…
One more meeting Just one more Rendezvous And the courage To speak up
All the spaces between. All the things left unsaid. They are like the air packed into a vanilla milkshake
I don’t know if you read these things But if you do I’ll take your silence as a
I’ve lost it again The words were just there Right on the tip Of my mind Now they’ve descended
When I got over the hill the girls hooted and I skated down the fun side of the arched bridge over the river. Carving hard
2015-01-12-22-48-02 I’m on to something new Just trying to get over you What in the world am I thinking? Was it really that much?