You might just find yourself
Very much alone and
Without anyone to call so
If you’re unwilling to change then
I just want you to know that
No matter what I’ll be there
Waiting with myself
Waiting for your company
Monthly Archives: May 2021
Chandelier
I gave you yours
You gave me mine
The sewer’s innocent
We walked for miles
Time to time
In soles that didn’t fit
Our arms they fell like chandelier
The climax of a play
Then died like Dylan Thomas done
We knew no other way
Sincerely Speaking
Whatever is the point
I’ll be on the edge
Sincerity’s an ashtray
A speech impediment
The View
It’s senseless to sense this
phase from May to June.
These fences stand defenseless
like guards on duty do.
In truth there are no changes
or phases of the moon,
it’s just a formed perspective,
outsiders share the view.
6+2 is 8
I won’t be getting better
Though I’ll play it like I do
You know I’m not that clever
Or else then I’d be you—
A quick laugh
I’m good as a quick laugh
Sharp and direct
Needless to say the least
There’s no reason to react
Salt
Whenever it feels
I’ve nothing left,
I’ve always got a little.
And a pocket full of salt—
This Wilde Charade
The romantic in me
Wants to kick the charade
And love you less like Shakespeare—
But it’s this Portrait
Of Dorian Gray that’s damned me Wilde
I don’t dare
Laying Down and Underpainting
She called our love kitsch
From the 17th floor
Williamsburg high rise
Overlooking homeless in the park
Under dressed and over exposed
Was I kidding her or just killing myself?
Fascinated by her manic beauty
As she tore apart the morning in disguise
Throwing fits of rage like I’d paper in a bin
Stripping away my senses like her past
It wasn’t as much a choice as it was survival
Leaving her lust like the vanilla
She tasted on my ghost
While laying down the underpainting
For her latest masterpiece in loss
carnival games
I don’t really know
Exactly what I am
Perhaps a shadow of my former self
Turned inside out
Back to his former self
Like a Ferris Wheel spins
I can be any focused face in the crowd
Though I don’t know the difference anymore
And we’re too old for carnival games
Words Of An Average White Male 