I know you 
in ways most 
do not have 
not will never 
and every time 
I spy upon 
you be it
picture or person 
I cannot unsee 
just what I 
have of thee

Curtains frame 
like bangs
or tufts 
of passion 
weary hair 
messed out
of place 
suggesting lust
and abandonment 
and cozily 
in between 
twinkle far
off lights 
flashes eruptions 
then the 
expected clouds 
of sleep 
erase everything 

Today eight years 
post I’m finished 
I have taken 
the last blow
severing what little 
was left of 
that thing then
it is monumental 
this but of
very little fanfare 
nothing more remarkable 
really than closing 
a book and 
sliding it slowly 
alongside all of 
the other manuscripts 
which up to 
now made up 
the library of 
my marvelous life 

I let sun
wake me today 
like the fingers
of a teasing 
lover laying near
no need to 
rise early today 
for in peace 
there’s no time 
no need nor
reason to hurry 
for no one 
waits here long 
for nothing comes 
but just is

I will find 
my joy in
other things besides 
people for most
play silly games 
with rules of
their own making 
designed to assure 
they always win 
and I will 
always be cast 
in the role 
of the loser
for every game 
regardless requires both