The sky lives intensely blue, but life is lukewarm. You can barely feel life in the air we breathe. The hours have a tenderness that is neither good nor bad and new words replace old ones but say the same. The same things are always said throughout life. Imagine that a scream is no different from an echo. The line always goes straight; where it began is where it ends. Mornings are always mornings. Nights are always dark. Silence is always death.

I can explain the
concept of infinity
better than I can
comprehend the breadth and depth
of the space you keep for me

got so depressed in
the middle of changing sheets
I slept without one

I made you a cup of tea
put honey in it

it's still just sitting there

probably because we broke up

what do I do now?
with the tea, I mean

It was colder than a
New York winter
the power lines were
humming beneath a
lifeless sky
soft jazz was spilling out
into the street from a
downtown *******
I carry these poems like
loose change
she said
I prefer dancing
but my legs are getting old
anyway ..
I’m a much better writer
do you think my poems are good?
I don’t know
I said
I haven’t seen you dance …
Clay.M