Let’s just not
You had said
And then there
With the fanfare
Of tamping out
It was over
As though it
Was nothing more
Than a respite
Or a pause
Maybe an intermission
Perhaps an intervention
Not an invention
Because you you
Are too skilled
And too schooled
For this to
Be your first
Time doing this
Ah but me
Besides being nothing
I meant nothing
Is this how
They all feel
Like a cigarette
Category: Affection
Tears
Oh if only
Tears could talk
They’d tell you
All my secrets
But tears well
They simply well
Then they fall
Silently they fall
Sadly saying nothing
Really
I guess I don’t
I thought I did
I thought I did
You must believe me
Maybe it went sideways
Just like a car
Hitting some black ice
And what was there
In front of me
Is now over there
And silently passing by
Almost like a dream
Maybe I drank too
Much of you and
I realized with regret
That all of this
Was just too good
To be really real
And like one who
Stepped foot into Heaven
Decided I’m not worthy
And it’s back to
Hell for someone who’s
As damned as me
RainyDay
Kindness costs nothing
A smile less
Why do we
Save these things
For rainy days
Doesn’t anyone look
Upwards anymore or
Have the tears
Of our downtrodden
Fallen during drought
Our world cries
We have arrived
This rainy day
Gosh
Gosh you’re beautiful to
Me most mornings I
Think that I’m waking
Up in the studio
Of Michelangelo or Rodin
On some divan staring
At his latest model
I run my hand
Across your obsidian flank
Tracing like a child
Staying within the lines
Over and down like
A sled filled with
Curiosity only to land
Amidst the trees of
Eyelashes which shake and
Drop their own sleepiness
Finally lips meeting mine
Tasting the cool crispness
Of my Alpine stream
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 