Other

I wrote you 
and going back
I’ve wondered why
was it to
keep you after
or was it
to create you
in a way
that I wanted
you said once
that I wrote
you in ways
that were better
than you are
you were right
then all along
and I Giuseppe
built you up
into something other

Piano

When I hear
that lilting chord
and those notes
floating so high
it’s your giggle
roll over turn
like some sausage
off a plate
out from under
and onto floor
and the glee
of the silliness
as I reached
down and hoisted
like a fisherman
hauling in net

Blanket

Blanket mine 
bring comfort
even in
summer cozy
and breeze
whisks away
blanket mine
might make
me warm
but safe
is the
price that
I’m willing
to pay

Hardly

What to do 
with what might’ve
when what is
is what’s left
crumbs on plate
after everything’s ate
morsels of memories
a dry icing
around the edges
hardly makes sense

Holiday

My sleeping mind 
is more forgiving
bringing you back
like some sweater
from the trunk
in the attic
pleasant they are
these memories skip
gleefully and erotic
but day comes
back you go
to cuddle with
the moth balls
and holiday decorations