NIGHT POEM

some nights

fingers

faltering circles on

my chest

breathing

changing

rhythmic

flicker of dreaming eyelids

her skin

are all the sleep I need

MORNING POEM

There

smiling open

lovely brown eyes.

DIALOGUE (Internal) 2014 Version

Loser

loser loser

loser loser loser

loser loser

loser

loser loser loser loser

          loser loser –

loser loser loser loser loser

          loser –

loser loser.

Loser –

Fuck you.

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IDIOT (Unicorns)

An idiot believes honesty

answering simplicity in trust

festers no resentment.

A halfwit believes friendship

born of love and love

born of friendship need

not mutually extinguish.

A moron thinks, observing

friends who have

          for absent friends

rarely a generous word

somehow he’s the exception;

that

baubles once accepted

childlike won’t be

snatched-up and flung in snide;

                                                knows

his own faults

and needs none new imagined.

An idiot

considers

to take up a heart

when one’s own lies

ignoble.

A moron remembers

and means

what he says.

(Seventeen Syllables About) MOVING ON

My darling, unless

          you’re on my mind, I barely

                   think of you at all.

RATIONAL EYES

We can’t

keep doing

I don’t really want to

stop

it’s my own fault

it’s yours

I like

          and we keep on

need

I hate

you

          make me

feel

IN/OUT

Either

always

          in the corner of

your mind

                   or

completely

out

of mine.