Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know.


Jan 6, 2013

She wakes me up deep in the night.

I understand you, she smiles
snuggling into me, her nose,
pressed cotton soft on my cheek

I have no strength, I cry
not one, for you

I love your weakness
love you for your weakness
her breath wafts into mine

and the boy stuck in his age
floats in the web
of the girl forever
forgiving.

I've come to the conclusion
That my life's a wreak
Poetry strewn all about
My house the biggest mess

So here I am in the middle of the den
In a pile of poetry on the floor
A desperate man with phone in hand
Since I can't seem to find the door

I call up a Psychic
I call up my Shrink
I call up the local Priest
To ask them what they think

They say there is no hope for me
Through the static on the phone
Right before they all hang up
I hear...boy you're too far gone

So I grab a hold my bootstraps
Pick my own self up
Determined to have this problem licked
With prayers and major luck

Starting in on this poetic clean
One thing that I found
I wrote on just about anything
That I had laying around

There was poetry on party napkins
On Chinese take out meals
Tiny poetry on tiny matchbooks
Even on banana peals

Poetry on the chandelier
Poetry on my cat Floss
Poetry on ***** dishes
I wrote with spaghetti sauce

Poetry on the mirrors
Smiling back at me
Poetry on Seinfeld
Across my T.V. screen

Poetry on the kitchen tile
That's never seen a mop
On the doors going in and out
And places I dare not look

I started cramming it all in boxes
Lining them up and down the halls
Soon had them in every room
3 feet deep and 8 feet tall

I made 15 trips to storage
The biggest one that I could find
Feeling now it's nice and safe
All packed tight, warm and dry

When it all was over
Feeling relief from that major chore
Set down in my den, took out my pen
And started writing more...

When you asked me if we could be Friends
An amount of rage and sadness Overpowered me
Tears started pouring out from my Eyes
I felt like an old toy being Dispossed
I felt like the family member that is Put on a home and forgotten
In complete solitude
Even though I was surrounded by The presence of many
None of them was you
I closed my eyes hoping you Would appear
My dear
You made me feel like a princess
You stole my breath with every Kiss
When you caressed my skin
I felt I was being touched by an Angel
I didn't see evil within you
Yes, I saw fear, but not malice
I don't really understand
All the situations you have been Through
Or all the insecurities within you
But I need you
Becasuse you are the book I always Wanted to read
But couldn't get my hands on
Either because it was too expensive
Or it was out of stock
Anyone would give up anything
Just to read the pages that you let Me read
How fortunate would I be
To stumble upon such a Masterpiece again
I have come to accept
No matter how good a person's Intentions are
It might just not be the right Moment
But if you wait for the right time
You might wait for the rest of your Existence
I wish you'd be in my shoes for Some moments
Just so you could see
Just so you could feel
Just so you could hear
The magic that you are
If you were an ocean
I'd drown myself in you
Just to see what's at the bottom
I can't be your friend
Because at the end of the night
I want to be in your bed
Not for what yo're thinking
But because the night makes us More sincere
Your story
With all the hurt
The happy
The mad
Is my favorite of them all
I hope none reads you
The way I was able to
Uncensored
But now that I've read you
Or at least now that I read parts of You
I have questions
And know that answers won't Come
So I'll leave a review
On my personal thoughts
That my answer is NO
But I'll say Yes
Don't go!

I'm so in love with you
I'm head over heels.
I've fallen so deep
And I never want to leave.