Filling

I tend to

Build new relationships

On the shoulders

Of old ones

As though my

Love is a

Seven layer cake

With the sweetest

Filling at the

Bottom not because

It’s the best

Just the first

Upon which all

Others are measured

HumanHarmony

I have discovered

That in life

We attract what

We are it’s

Called human harmony

If one is

Mean one attracts

Meanness if one

Is kind kind

Comes forth human

Harmony therefore is

Completely up to

You and rests

On your shoulders

SkinnyBranches

Living life out

Here on the

Skinny branches is

Reserved for only

Three types of

People those about

To take flight

Those willing to

Fall and those

Whose songs are

The sweetest and

And heard teetering

The rest huddle

In their nests

Close to home

Men

I think that

There is nothing

Quite as beautiful

As the intimacy

Of two men

The abject masculinity

Like stones rubbing

Together deep in

The earth or

The clang of

Armor on armor

The struggle for

Dominion between angels

For their place

Rightly in heaven

AWhileAMoment (to Liam)

I have learned

In my long

Life that people

Cross my path

Some for a

While and some

For a moment

Neither is better

Just different just

Like the seasons

I enjoy them

Each of them

For the time

That they’re here