Sitting here drinking coffee
waiting for someone to
come over a lad
who had been drinking
in need of some
cuddle time I’m not
changing my morning routine
for unlike birds migrating
and following same certain
routes gay men are
about as likely to
ever arrive as the
infamous three blind mice
Category: Poetry
LittleThings
There is an infinite
amount of beauty in
our world but for
me it’s in little
things like a child’s
laugh a dog’s yawn
midnight snowfall but my
favorite is your smile
and your hand reaching
for me as I
am about to go
SunMoon
Friends are the sun
and lovers the moon
the sun always seen
the moon not necessarily
the sun is certain
while the moon vexes
as the sun shows
us our soon exes
Forever
I wish that I could promise you forever but most of my forever is in my rear view mirror. But this I can promise you: What’s left of my forever is going to be magnificent. You can either wish that you had been or climb on board to see what is yet to come. It’s going to be marvelous.
PotatoSalad
I ache I yearn
but I also remember
and maybe it’s too
soon because the remembering
still casts long shadows
on what I desire
It’s like that time
that I craved potato
salad so much so
that I ate bowl
after bowl type after
type helping after helping
And now I can’t
stand even looking at
potato salad without wretching
So when I look
at you I don’t
see you I’m sorry
but I don’t all
I still see is
potato salad just more
and more potato salad
