poetry

  • needs
    I bury my needs butthey overflow andyour eyes revealyour disappointment
  • do not disturb
    lay in bed. lay on the couch. watch tv. turn off the tv. stare at the wall. lay in bed. stare out the window. call a friend. lay on the…
  • too short, too long
    Too short a time to know if this is realWith our eyes locked, your smile took its aimToo long ago to make a grand appeal. We were burning within each…
  • ashamed, pitter patter
    If you knew how I was, I’d be ashamed.Never was one to let anything layThe hail pitter patters only your name. “Loneliness is a gift” is what I say,’cause my…
  • river
    so tell me what happenedto receive such a demotionwas this not the right foundationdid i show too much emotionnow i live in this sensationheld under in the oceanwaiting for some…
  • two weeks
    A life so full of needless guiltand feeling I’m a’drift.A garden who’d been left to wiltbut you are a plot twist. In some way you came to reachmy heart, now…
  • the waltz
    We romped until the panswere drunkenly strewn about.Such waltzing was not easy;wine makes a footpath flimsy.You beat time on my head;a cackle, then “click, click, TING!”I hung on for dear…
  • a day in the life of a three-hour nap
    Creaky eyes cracked open. Laser sunshine in the blinds.Only 10,800 seconds to mend. Time to go!I stared at an envelope for six hours.I inhaled words and exhaled insight.I held up…
  • (holocene)
    To finally be alone.I imagined an exhale of relief,a heaviness digested by a momentof silence, or quiet guitar pickingbuilt by a rhythmic beat and haunting,hypnotic voice(now, to know it in…
  • swings
    You can’t join us on the swings;YOU can’t join us on the swings;Swings and swinging, I swang the swingin solitude. Solemnly swinging, I graspedand grappled this guesswork—half defiance, half routine;I…
  • i arrived
    Written after Gertrude Stein If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him.I put on my beer goggles on Friday;I put on my…
  • the genesis of direction breaks and scatters
    Open, empty space; the front yard, heavy with a sparkling sheet; pure, frozen silence, I can almost hear the snowflakes twinkling; squinty eyes from blinding white; air stings the inside…