The heavens explode against my windows
all gnashing of teeth and thunder growls.
It rolls off the lake on the hooves of Buffalo,
and I stare deep into the July contrast:
dark skies on dark waters -
Occasionally illuminated as if Hephaestus
is shaping this world at his forge.
Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
Jennifer, I vow to be all for you.
I promise to you
that part of me will always stay on the
sidewalk where we met.
I vow to pay you back for bewitching
my serious heart.
I will never not lose myself in your
mysterious eyes.
I vow to be engulfed in love forever -
toi et moi toujours.
I promise to be drawn to you as the
tide yearns for the moon.
I give you all of me until the seas
dry unto desert.
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 7:04 PM UTC
I sat in the middle of the floor of an empty room,
and I started to unpack all the love;
love that I thought I didn't need anymore,
love that I thought I had lost, and love
that I bought on a whim during a sale.
I stacked it all like books, there on the sunlit floor
next to your grandeur and that sweater that I don't wear.
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 12:56 PM UTC
It's funny how the wreckage of a relationship
seems to be bigger than the sum of two people.
It's the same when the memories of our youth
tower over the reality of our childhood.
The Miami of our memory is vast,
but only Miami can be more Miami than Miami.
Some things burn out, and the embers gently smolder,
while others have a finite point of death, absolute and huge.
Death is so large compared to man.
So nebulous, and God I ******* love that word.
Some things should rightly be beyond the rules of language
little points made by little men
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
I saw you there
a thousand years ago;
dressed in lace and moonlight -
black, but no, not the trendy kind,
opaque like 4 A.M.
My eyes could of been closed;
I felt you inside,
felt you in my stomach.
There's no metaphor there,
in my ******* stomach,
so deeply that you felt violent
Call it whatever you like,
just don't you dare play it cool.
Gentleness, like antelope in the dawn,
isn't always what I need...
Sometimes you crave citrus in a
fresh cut from lifetimes ago.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 3:57 PM UTC
When the embers smolder
I find you in the darkness.
Dissipating smoke and I can nearly touch you,
but you slip away, back to black.
Haunt me still;
just don't go...
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
And in those northern woods
where winter quietly closed in
and the stars swarmed
I saw her eyes,
and in them maps of the world
in its primal becoming.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
He stared at her through campfire;
its flames sounding like a babbling creek,
and through the smoke he knew
that if he had been God, he would have thought
how perfectly he created the world.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
And when we two parted
I wandered your apartment
placing my life
into a shopping bag,
but under your bed
I hid a photograph of us.
I hope that some day you find it,
that you say that I was EVERYTHING
that you needed,
but...
I'll settle for you remembering how in love we were,
and realizing that somewhere
that person whom you loved still lives
somewhere in me.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
My heart has always been skeptical,
and sometimes I think that it's waiting.
waiting to go back to being hollow,
like that old church in Vienna,
after mass on a rainy day in October.
I stood outside in the garden:
extracted my rib,
ground it down on that stone,
shaping it into a knife
so that I could dig a small hole
to bury my treasonous heart.
You emerged into that dark wood,
and we found a path together
through moonlit streets and storms
until we came upon a tavern-
your laughter sloshing like
warm bourbon falling into a glass.
I'd watch you when you lost your self,
and I could see the fire burning in you
warming me, and in those lost moments
I didn't care at all that I might get burnt.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC