There is just
something about jazz
right before the
night breaks into
the day the
snare of your
heart beating slowly
the cymbals of
your eyes as
they slowly open
the bass of
your tummy as
it rises falls
and those smooth
piano keys of
your ribs which
emit a squeal
when played upon
you are my
very own very
early very jazz
Category: Friendship
Kwan’sFarm
And a young
friend has a
dream of owning
his own farm
a few acres
some sheep and
a bunch of
chickens rows and
rows of vegetables
and the guarantee
of peace and
this I think
after all of
that is what
I imagine Heaven
to be like
at least here
before I hopefully
will get there
RePurposed
Pulling myself together
side to side
trying to meet
end to end
I finally admit
that I am
a winter coat
bought thirty pounds
ago and while
still stylish will
simply never fit
this my love
is now us
we once did
fit that is
we’re both now
to each other
something that just
barely ever will
unless one or
both of us
gets given away
to someone else
LetLove
I have found
that when it
comes to relationships
that I never
find who I’m
looking for but
rather I find
who I didn’t
know I needed
and this serendipity
is what causes
I think love
all too often
we can’t see
that which others
can because we
spend far too
much time convincing
ourselves the opposite
BrushSoapRazor
There are certain
rituals men have
for me one
of my favorites
is the elegant
brush soap razor
it’s the anticipation
I think that
reminds me of
my father’s face
seen in mirror
miles above me
sitting on the
floor at feet
and this tradition
I now carry
but now it’s
you standing in
the doorway wearing
my last night’s
shirt smelling of
me coffee cup
in hand giggling
ohh you guys
trying to be
all grown up
and just as
quickly as a
flytrap snapping shut
I pull you
in covering your
face with soap
saying and now
you are too
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 