I wonder whether we'd see ourselves
on a dainty handheld hologram
stuck between bookends
with titles of worn-out type
one sentimental winter afternoon
many moons from now...
Perhaps then we'd have outgrown counting months:
we might as well count the years
like they do the stars on a tranquil night,
naming the myths and figures
they've burned into our insight;
we'll dream of constellations—
islands of starlight that stood out
in an already pleasant sea
of living life with you.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 11:08 AM UTC
like night misses day
It’s the feeling you get
when your eyes can't wait
to see the blessed sun
so they refuse to shut
lest they miss the wake of dawn...
But I know I should rather sleep
to pull myself faster to the break of day
than to stay up conversing with Cupid
about how she's been and what's gone her way...
I suppose my demons
have their ways of inciting the urge
by pestering my mind
with phantasms of her...
Why does the night have to drag itself so sluggishly?
I still miss her like night misses day.
If only the moon would give me the courtesy
of winding the sun every evening
so that it might never leave me be;
might she shine on my face forevermore?
Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
I know what makes your burn
It's the dim of a moonlit night
and the saunter of lips up hills and valleys--
It's the crackle of cigarettes
atop our pleasantries
and the spill of sweet talk
made unchained by our mouths
To be covered in love until the following dawn
dripping drops of lovey-dovey morning dew...
To be terribly in love until the following dawn
drinking shots like doting lovebirds do...
Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 6:20 AM UTC
If I showed you a still from a Wes Anderson film
I'm sure you'd probably have a lot to say--
a multitude of ideas waiting to pour forth from your mouth
and brimming off the top of your head...
I'd gladly spend as many hours as I'd need
waiting for you to empty your excitement
as you talk away about the things you love
in that adorable manner of wanting to say so much
Believe me when I tell you
your impassioned expressions
are more entertaining in their own cute way
than any feature film I can recall
Serve me a dish
of things I never knew
and stuff I could say
I only learned today
Sep 28, 2023
Sep 28, 2023 at 12:58 PM UTC
the ill-tempered autumn wind does little to sway an evergreen
whose timber column rings thus of doggedness unseen.
there may have been moments when leaves would wither here and there,
but its blanket of foliage has fought to keep its verdant hue--
whether caught in snow or shaken by pelting rain,
whether trampled undue by the trudging of time
or battered somehow by a certain bane...
the fact is, he's been here for so long:
he's taken after the colors of her writing pens
like mixed laundry bleeding its red unto a wash of white linens--
alas, sometimes I find myself lying beneath the boardwalk
drowning in her songs and sifting through a gallery of her smiles.
this has been the most meaningful three quarters of any year
i have had the privilege of co-authoring with someone so dear.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 12:15 PM UTC
Have we all become mere automata
guided by the ring of pings and notifs?
The spray of lather from a sea of data
carrying with it wrung celebrity whiffs
have stung us with a certain aphasia...
The written thought was a lifetime ago
long abandoned by the times and all--
where once there was soundness to follow
nonsense amassed like a rising cymbal
whose crash sent reason to the gallows.
The news of the day presents a delectable entree
of a hodgepodge of this, that, and nothing much.
Wherefore we find our tongues compelled to say
something about the aftertaste or to prejudge
as if we were connoisseurs--it must've hid faraway.
Are we perhaps amusing ourselves to death?
I am by no means a Luddite to such a degree,
but I believe we have bombarded and blessed
ourselves a little too much to see...
only time will tell us reason's final breath.
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
i see drops of water tracing the lines of your hair--
it's like you're crying but you're happy and i swear
even a painter couldn't muster the awe to bear
the sight of you under showering rain
i see nightlights peeking behind your silhouette
and the tones of your flustered blush try not to separate
themselves from the warm comely palette
of the shot of our figures in loving embrace
i see a blanket folded into your solemn sleeping shape
with curves smiling back; in a way, i wouldn't escape
had you had me landlocked within your pretty landscapes...
hug me tight
so that i might see
just how pretty you can be
under the soft glow of a burning moment
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 10:40 AM UTC
****
no way!
im still alive?
im getting too ******* old...
anyway, what's for breakf-- "rent"?
****
i'm old.
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 8:12 PM UTC
she's a park bench witness
to my marked French kisses
and her pulchritude pulls me to say
not even Clark Kent's mistress
can push me out of her flames
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC