What a burden it is,

all this pain.

Yet what a pleasure it is

to watch it’s

becoming.

Just knowing this one thing

is enough to know another,

which is enough to know the latter

will be fruitful for the kids.

Intelligence,

it’s a subtle

bomb.

Read a book—

and explode.

it’s really nothing

and no one in particular,

just lately I’ve been

agitated, frowning on the inside

and trying not to go where

I know I can’t return

what’s crazy about

Hollywood is

that when you get there

it’s all so normal—

it’s dreadful.

It struck me as odd

walking through

the neighborhood quiet

how Christmas lights

after Christmas

go back to being

just lights, and how

meaningless

a New Year’s resolution is

except to the one who’s boxing away

last years tangled dreams

in an effort to make room for another

string of lights.

when there’s no one left to listen

but the silence of your heart

it’s there you learn the lessons

for later to impart—

It helps to know

you didn’t erase me,

and that these

pictures

of us goofing

were never meant

in vain—

cigarettes on a balcony

when the world was young,

when we were younger

and our love had yet to spoil.