Lena Confesses
I never had time for the strangers
with their barstool philosophies
and their breath like last week’s regrets.
Poetry
276 works
Meeting Peter at the Tate
First a visit to
the Giacometti exhibit.
Haven’t been in London for years
For Love of The Word “Love”
Poets grabbed the word “love.”
And they kept it for themselves.
Does that surprise you?
There are days
There are days when the street is the most spiritless place on earth.
You leave the house and, though people don't let you pass, though
you have to eke out your path on the sidewalk, for you
Texan Thunderstorm
I moan of the subtle pain,
hidden under my spine
arched like an arrow
Alive – or Otherwise
I open my eyes
Low and behold, to my surprise
I am alive still
Feral mundane
Dark alley
Where we met
Maimed by your simper
Teardrop’s ash
What can I say, and how
To make the words into shievers
Where would I learn, and if I did, how would you know
I saw you on the bus
I saw you on the bus. I never knew you, but I knew you when. When things were nice and quiet. If I could pile up all thi
Read More →Leftover love
I hid you in my thought
Deep, in dark ravines
Behind mountains of chores
The kiss, the satin & a year
The smile descended in the room
past five
One wall was made of shade
Of all,
Unhatched, our past
Laid rotten in the nest
Even the runt flew close to the embrace
Quest
Looking for immortality in all the wrong places
In the penumbra of life
Through the attic of death
UnAlphabetless
Should I spend the night with JustALizz?
Nah! give her just a minute or two
She's almost in the middle, Mary's that prudish kindda slut
The dried and the rain
Looming atop a hill
Some gallows
They, somber
Letting go… there
Let's make love where the sky ends
Come with me there, today
I'll pick you up at the end of the tunnel
A play, two play
The shooting stars came out early today
Like home alone brats
Just to play
Incoming drought
Adio!
My last kiss
A meager trace of moist onto your lips
Incest
Just because I said I love you
You don't steer
Just because I said I'd die for you
The bald peacock
In the meantime
Love
Between packaged thoughts & wrinkling dreams