You do know
That you have
Set the bar
High for others
And so many
Walk beneath it
Like playing limbo
But you oh
You you simply
Leap over it
To my amusement
Category: Gay
WedMorn
Day is serving
A Neapolitan sky
Above the treeline
Burns strawberry peach
Just above that
Layered yellow vanilla
And beyond that
Dense dark blueberry
Even the moon
Can be seen
Like a small
White bitten cookie
Bungalows jostled close
To each other
Like feeding lambs
As door sounds
Follow the goodbyes
Life start here
Again this morning
StandUp (to my Bean)
The most painful
Thing for me
Is watching you
Fall and choosing
Not to run
To your side
At some point
In every boy’s
Life he’s got
To learn that
Only he can
Stand himself up
And face bullies
Whatever they are
This is the
Hardest and greatest
Gift anyone can
Give to someone
That they love
I pray that
You will rise
ConeyIsland (to You)
It is in
These early dawn
Hours when asleep
You all are
That I find
My greatest peace
You still sleeping
Yet I am
Now dreaming these
Delicate petit fours
Sweet and savory
Morsels of memory
That tickle and
Hang and dissolve
And disappear into
Another and another
These waves coming
Ashore bringing with
Them trinkets of
By gone times
That I collect
Like a child
On Coney Island
Wondering where they
Started then remembering
It was there
Of course way
Way out there
And reaching out
To the horizon
I pinch that
Thin line between
Sea and sky
Gone they go
Replaced now by
Your sleepy eyes
Looking at me
WheatFields
Standing amidst fields
Of wheat I
Hear the delicate
Sound of wind
Pushing the kernels
Together like my
Mother’s brush on
Linoleum floors in
Other people’s homes
Standing here free
From those days
So long ago
This sound sings
Now to me
Degrees of simple
Silence a place
Of quiet forgiveness
For her many
Years of sadness
