I’ve said goodbye 
to more people 
than hello shedding 
friends like skin
and now in
this my aloneness 
I finally see
horns or skin
costumes or agendas
places and things 
and even friends 
we do outgrow 
sometimes with sadness 
we leave them 
behind in attic
or basement or 
town or time 

If I am 
looking for another 
then it’s one 
who sees angels 
and not ghosts 
far too many 
see what’s wrong 
whereas I want 
someone who sees 
what is right 
therefore bring me 
a virtuous man 
of the light 
and not dark

We tend to 
seek in another 
the middle of 
what we think 
will make us 
a sandwich rather 
than looking for 
another piece of 
bread like us
when you find 
that then whatever 
is in the 
middle matters least
but is frequently 
the most fun

Late to
the party
a wallflower 
just another 
corner cricket 
dancing away
to my
own music 
never lead
or star
just an
extra cast
in the 
movie life 
don’t look
for me 
I play 
a ghoul 
and ghost 

Maybe it’s me
I’m the issue 
always have been 
always will be 
too little or
too much or
maybe not enough 
a dish thrown 
together without card
or page or
recipe a mishmash 
a succotash or
stew maybe gruel
or porridge or 
a veggie soup 
full of taste 
but never filling 
maybe it’s me
just a portion 
never a meal