My prose definitely sucks
all of that punctuation
and capital letters and
what complete sentences and
paragraphs mine really sucks
but poetry
poetry runs crystal clear
like a high mountain
river cold and crisp
like freshly washed apples
and in this river
swim fish which reflect
the sun turning this
river into splashing rainbows
you see poetry is
words and words have
meanings and everyone that
reads thinks and feels
something different always different
so it’s not poetry
or even the words
it’s the reader reading
and feeling what they
do when looking into
my clear mountain river
Category: Gay
Luuuuv
I often wonder which
is worse having had
love and lost it
or having never and
desire it is it
kind of those of
us who have to
warn others or should
we sit back wish
those who haven’t well
as they cross the
minefield that love is
promising them that after
they explode to smithereens
we’ll help collect pieces
Run for your life
OneThingOnly
I am one thing
one continuous fiber one
continuous feeling that runs
sometimes flows sometimes tumbles
but nonetheless always returns
and always remains and
never ever goes away
I am one thing
just one little thread
that meanders around down
and through up and
around twisting and turning
and then back and
ending where it began
I am one thing
I’ve only ever been
but this one thing
though others have wanted
just that thing or
the other thing for
moments or for hours
or for years but
I am one thing
it’s all I’ve been
just that one thing
WooWooWoooolf
Sometimes I do feel
like life dresses up
as the big bad
wolf from nursery rhymes
dropping little crumbs of
hope leading me down
one path and onto
another to snatch me
I could I have
yelled help as I’m
being eaten alive but
it was I and
never ever the wolf
who decided to gobble
down every delicious morsel
for if the wolf
was really that hungry
and just like life
not really needing me
it’d eaten its own
breadcrumbs leaving me alone
oh that wily wolf
IWeSisyphus
When did cautious become
a thing when did
disbelief and suspicion become
the emotions du jour
served cold with a
side of chilled apathy
when did we start
losing our foot holds
on the side of
maybe better mountain as
we en mass scratched
and clawed to the
top only to discover
that we are indeed
just Sisyphus tasked with
an unyielding unwieldy foe
an eternity or what
seems like one of
pushing up something or
someone never meant to
be there with us
why do we feel
compelled to take anyone
along with us when
life itself is hard
enough if I had
known back then that
the people and relationships
that I gathered and
kept in pockets and
bundles and bags throughout
my life would be
my very own boulder
to push uphill for
eternity I would have
remained as naked as
the day I was
born with no pockets
ever needing to fill
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 