I tend to
Build new relationships
On the shoulders
Of old ones
As though my
Love is a
Seven layer cake
With the sweetest
Filling at the
Bottom not because
It’s the best
Just the first
Upon which all
Others are measured
Category: Bean
Trains (the last of Bean)
Standing here at
The station watching
So many trains
Go by checking
Checking and checking
My watch again
Waiting then hoping
Then once realizing
That this journey
Is mine alone
I’ll leave you
Here right where
I found you
Because you belong
Here not me
Good bye Bean
WhatsLeft
What is left
After the anger
Disappears probably the
Same things left
Behind by the
Tide a Galaxy
Of sparkling stones
Begging you to
Take notice now
Because tomorrow they
Will all disappear
Beneath something else
BefallEvenUs (to Bean)
Today during these
Short days of
Winter I remember
Those long shadowed
Days of summer
Particularly that one
Late summer evening
When you rested
Your head in
My lap while
I smoked a
Cigar and we
Simply looked at
Each other as
Though we were
Seeing the other
For the first
Time neither of
Us knowing then
That like summer
Winter would soon
Befall even us
ImSorry (to Bean)
We tend to
Make up things
About people once
We discover they’re
Not exactly precisely
What we wanted
I’m sorry that
I did that
To you see
You have always
Been but a
Mouse that I
Always dressed up
Like a Lion
