It’s now when
I often think
and frequently miss
someone being here
besides just me
I’m fun actually
but even I
grow weary of
my own company
and just wish
that the divots
on beds and
in chairs of
dirty coffee cups
and wet toothbrushes
of damp towels
and dull razors
belonged to someone
other than me
I blame me
for the way
things now are
I woefully miss
blaming someone else
Month: September 2023
It’sFallY’all 🍂🍁
Things are changing
even dogs know
noses pointing north
something is coming
people do too
they rifle through
closets cedar chests
clothes hooks too
are beginning to
feel the weight
of heavier things
sandals and sneakers
too being replaced
everyday things too
much less ice
and more warm
maybe even hot
it’s fall y’all
time of leaves
and barren trees
and of cuddling
and frequent canoodling
of being closer
than close together
Boys (to Gabe)
And then there
was Gabe the
one who saw
me and I
him we as
men who love
men are only
ever lucky when
we meet a
guy who sees
the boy when
everyone else only
sees the man
find that guy
and spend as
much time as
you possibly can
just being boys
Bookends (for Gil)
I had heard
once that the
reason why you
ever fell in
love with someone
is precisely why
you despise them
at the end
I guess that
it’s true then
that most relationships
are simply bookends
keeping the volumes
of adventure and
of self help
and of humor
all neatly together
once read and
then always forgotten
to gather dust
Agitated
I feel like
a wash machine
filled with dirty
clothes churning churning
and constantly agitated
trying to desperately
rid myself of
angrily slung mud
grrring and determined
for hours on
end only to
find that while
the dirt may
be gone the
stains always remain
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 