Hawking myself
like some
sideshow carnival
barker promising
odd wonders
and amusement
I again
download apps
thinking that
this town
time will
be different
and my
empty pockets
will fill
with promises
of strangers
Category: Love
Paper
In looking for
I have found
not what I
want but is
and that disharmony
grates against grace
two pieces of
rough grit sandpaper
desperately trying to
find a fit
an impossible alignment
of disparate pebbles
never to align
only to accept
that any movement
will cause friction
and further pain
is this then
what dating is
damage to or
at best the
removal of layers
to eventually get
to what exactly
Look
It’s always tempting
to look especially
for love but
remember what happened
to Lots wife
when she peeped
you might be
looking for sugar
but will most
likely find salt
Stream
A stream
that disappears
into bigger
and then
into bigger
loses itself
when becoming
and the
only thing
capable of
causing it
to remain
is a
cup for
love that
is free
will go
Seeds
What I don’t
understand is this
once found the
dream I mean
it becomes normal
what do I
do with wishes
aren’t they the
seeds of dreams
planted in the
minds of men
