The absolute worst part of being a poet is living life twice: Once for yourself and the other to write about it so that others may understand.
Month: July 2023
Maybe? (for Arturo)
I admit that I
have been drinking but
I
have
met a guy
I
put
him through paces
that
would have rattled
but
him no
he stood
up and now after
I’m
left to
wonder whether this
or anyone really is
was oh fuck really is
was
a mirage
YouThere
As I sit and
smoke my cigar watching
the sunrise I wonder
if this is genuinely
all that there is
me a cigar and
a sunrise and then
I remember that I
left you there upstairs
PartsOfHearts
I have found that
the part of my
heart that I give
to friends is different
than the part I
give to lovers the
part that I give
to lovers is attached
to my eyes and
my mouth and the
part of my heart
that I give to
friends is connected to
my ears and arms
And sometimes only sometimes
it all just comes
beautifully and wantonly together
and I completely disappear
Cliff
He came and went
with kisses in between
but even flesh and
desire and passion couldn’t
bridge our gap not
even sweat and spit
mixing could fill the
gaping holes of the
truth we were strangers
climbing the same cliff
grabbing onto the other
not to help but
to ascend to get
somewhere not near but
above the clouds and
the ahhh of triumph
and the closing of
doors and the chill
of the sweat and
spit and me still
there on the cliff
alone clinging wondering having
never reached the top
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 