And so I had
a guy come over
yesterday and my nerves
got the better of
me I did like
him but I don’t
think I’ll see him
again not because I
don’t want to but
because he doesn’t want
to I’m a lot
in person for most
and like an oak
shade most everything beneath
me causing few blooms
I think that he
knew that with me
he would never grow
Category: Creativity
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.
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
