There is one thing
That I want more
Than anything beneath the
Tree but since I
Don’t have a tree
Maybe you will be
Standing outside my door
On that Christmas morn
Category: Jay
Motorboats
I’m packing even lighter
Those that I thought
Wanted to come along
Decided instead to stay
Behind they shall remain
Like so many before
Remember this my friends
We’re all just motorboats
The wake behind you
Is always more turbulent
Than the calm sea
Out there in front
Stretching to the horizon
EnoughEnough
When you say that
You love someone else
What you are really
Saying is that they’re
Enough enough for you
Perfect enough pretty enough
Funny enough kissable enough
They are not everything
What they likely are
Is everything you aren’t
And more than enough
Quake
Sometimes I do think
That when we argue
We aren’t pulling away
But rather pushing closer
Like earths tectonic plates
That when words fly
We’re doing nothing more
Than figuring out how
We can comfortably lay
Closer together not apart
CityJazzMorningCoffee
There is just something
About delicate jazz chilly
City mornings and coffee
It’s like home here
Wherever here may be
And when you come
Out to me swimming
In my sweatshirt and
Nothing else to kiss
Me and sip mine
And sit across me
I know this much
City jazz morning coffee
Is all the heaven
That I’ll ever need
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 