My lies loved yours.
Our scars and alter egos danced,
and your ghost rolled over, straddling mine.
I found a shield in a linguistic sword;Read More »
Category: Love
Mr. Above It All
You primal man!
You human being!
With twitching groin and heated breathing
misting as a waterfall out onto heaving neck.
One of millions staying home,
desiring food and craving sex.
The Spot
two hands
to hold or to have
with the trees as our witness,
ask
for the sparrows that record our song
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The Captain
He’s thin as a rail with this equally thin
yet deceptively puffy, oversized jacket-
navy, that
he never removes.
He’s also got a farmer’s hat
with secret script written round the rim.
He never removes this,
save for in prayer.
He claims that he’s an alien.
Firsts, Lovers, and Loves
I gave you compliments like flowers,
poured my attention on you like frankincense and myrrh,
stayed in your eyes like they were worth more than your crimes and awkwardness combined-
I chose you, and I made you mine.
So though I never loved you, I loved you first.Read More »
Counterproductivity
Only five times each day, I play like my bed frame
is a tweed lounge seat, my shelf is a welcome desk,
you are my friend by choice, and things are like they used to be-
You here to pay attention like you would have better things to do,
if it weren’t for the fact that I am your best.
Behind closed doors, I mime conversation with transparent friend,
all for imagined your strong, silent type observance.
This poem wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing, but I am
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Gracia
And grace
slapped me
across the face
and I didn’t know
what to do
with it.
I tried to give it back ‘cuz I didn’t want it
But, oh, grace knew me better than that
I tried to give it back ‘cuz I didn’t deserve it
But grace knew herself well as well
The skin on my cheeks started
tingling,
burning-
sudden, foreign,
strange,
“Make it stop!”
But we can’t make such strength do nothin’
And grace was after me
So I ran
But, oh, it was before me too
Alpha, Omega,
“I am that I am”
What good is paper now?
I’ve got a list of adjectives, but you’re the poem.
Your eyes an image, your hands the parallels,
your mouth the irony, your actions so loud.
Steady as a repetition, boldness your surprise-Read More »
On Being Big-Hearted
Minuscule heart!Read More »
Pictures
If you had wanted to learn how to smile,
I could have taught.
If you had no longer wanted to hide,
I would have found.
You cover up and run,
break to make yourself back up
into some distortion
like any evil thing would beRead More »
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