Poetry Sunday
I admit it, I was enviousA night in a hot tub
When it feels like eternity
George Floyd down, hold him on the ground,Eight minutes, nine, murder for a crime.
Not a day goes bywithout a thought of you.Twenty plus years have come and…
There must have beena time before,when you were calmand they seemed warm.
Tiny pores and glandsLittle fountains of youthSmell of my skinHe calls it perfume.
I look at you and think…I’m going to regret this.But I look forward to that…
lamplight seepsinto every cornereach speck of dustcasts a long shadow
Oh, New York. My love. My loss.
Love shouldn’t feel like numbers
I like it thatdespite too many blowsreceived from far too closeI can’t say I’ve grown…
As I arrive, a friend tells me you’ve just leftI leave the party, take a taxi — to your placeYou call me saying Uber…
Your name is etched into my soulOur memories grow until wholeI’ll remember the…
I have an ocean of words for you But you float above the surface The words hide in the…
My lovelike a streamhung up ona single rocktoo beautifulto pass over…
Charmingly disarming.
Cunningly manipulative.
Midsummer moonpainted a silver dollar huehangs full and weightedas the veil…
I draw for you a beautiful squareWith four dark corners and four dark lines…
I don’t care,about the weight;of the bag.
Like a bird that’s in my hand,I’m letting go.Your memory will no longer flutter in my…
