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
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
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
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
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
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