Morning

Morning is a magical 
time for me when
people and ghosts rest
it is eerily quiet
serene and peaceful before
everyone awakens and turns
calm into selfish scurrying
pursuit a great time
of intimacy and exposure
when all of us
whether lion or mouse
stirs moves and ambles
shaking off the dust
of our dreams before

Desire

I’m not exactly sure 
which comes first the
shiver or the touch
for a shiver only
occurs when the touch
is desired oh sure
goosebumps occur after but
the hope sets up
the touch just like
the listening sets up
the joke and hunger
sets up the eating
shivers happen after desire

Happy

And then just when 
when I thought never
never again will I
I ever meet someone
someone came into my
my life and made
made my life different
different and better so
I let him and
and I was happy
happy again happy happy

GetUpGo

I don’t want to 
I know I must
I must get up
get dressed get out
and get on with
my early morning routine
of coffee and jazz
and the awaited sunrise
but I stop pausing
to look back at
your back your face
turned away as if
to say just go
So go I do
missing you more with
each step than the
one before the last

SomethingToo

There’s just something 
just something about
something about jazz
about jazz and
clouds and coffee
and my cigar
but the something
that’s even better
than just something
is that when
I’m done with
these somethings then
I get to
go back upstairs
to you my
only real something