If I were
a manuscript unedited
how would I
separate my life
into some sense
by loves by
lovers by triumphs
or by tragedies
through rambling prosaic
trains of thought
or clipped vague
secrets and suspicions
how does anyone
make any sense
of anyone else
enough anyway to
be coyly entertaining
enough to keep
the reader reading
if only for
that first date
and maybe the
possibility for another
Category: Poetry
UhHuh 😈
There are two cars
which always arrive separately
one then the other
into the dark parking
lot next to me
one driver gets out
and climbs into the
other for an hour
doing I imagine that
very same thing with
clandestine driver number two
Heretofore
Why does last
night seem so
far away now
as though I
was loaded into
a rocket ship
during my sleep
and waking up
to find the
world but a
shrinking blue marble
slowly disappearing behind
me I know
because of you
next to me
a stranger laying
this new world
heretofore newly discovered
and wholly unknown
OnceBefore
I feel like a
runner who jumped the
gun not realizing my
gaffe until half of
the race was run
only having to trot
back with much chagrin
nervous excitement you know
but also aware that
this next time I’ll
hesitate even a half
second and what might
have been mine will
now be someone else’s
this is how I
feel now about dating
having once loved before
BoysVsMen
Boys play games
men win them
boys chase dreams
men make them
boys might believe
men have faith
boys hope for
men make so
boys usually settle
men never do
boys become men
men remain men
for the boys
to aspire to
