I tend to
Think about the
Inconsequential silly things
Paper bags and
Rubber bands and
Oh yes life
And love nothing
Important really until
You need them
But until you
Do all you
Ever see is
Them every where
Why is that
Category: Friendship
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
DishCalledMe
Sadly you’ve become
That absent spice
Noticed upon tasting
A spoonful of
Something that one
Thing that you
Forgot until it’s
Missing one part
Of many that
Now creates this
Dish called me
