A man who:
Takes pictures of himself
Everyday
Won’t have the time for you

A man who:
Leaves love notes on
Napkins
Underneath your coffee cup
Will love you when
You have nothing

A man who:
Declares he’s a great father
For all to see
Really
Truly
Isn’t

A man who:
Tells his children
Over the phone
Next to their bed
Kisses them good night
Where no one can see or hear
Truly is
A decent man

A man who:
Doesn’t make promises
But shows over
Time
His worth
His character
Is someone to know

A man who:
Makes mistakes
But tries his damndest
To make amends
May not see
Eye to eye
With all
But
Respects the process
Of understanding
Each other

A man who:
Writes poetry anonymously
Posts it for the world to
See
Is an enigma

Somewhere
Underneath the twisted metal
Strewn Wreckage
Smell of fuel
Patches of fire

Somewhere

This rotting blue green corpse

Hidden by decaying leaves
Clumps Of earth
Never to be found

Somewhere
Underneath the rubble of
Concrete
Protruding iron wires
Pummeled
****** & Bruised

Somewhere
Floating on the deepest
Part of the ocean
The bloated
Face down
Pelicans pecking

Somewhere
Somehow
Someway

You found me

It was a wonderful night
Wine
Popcorn
Lovely walk
Air filled with electricity
And at midnight
Still wide awake
In our nakedness
She parted my hair
Told me she loved me
Beyond all measures
And asked me lovingly
‘Will you ever ask me?
‘To marry you?
I
Parted her hair and smiled
And she looked so happy
With her lovely curves
Her taste on my lips
And I brought her close
After a split second of
Thoughts
The 4 marriages between us
The nasty costly divorces
Pain driven
The Reap & the Sow
And whispered
‘No...’

Every man
Every woman
All
Have that one that stepped
Into our lives
No matter how much wrong
They tattooed upon
Our hearts
Their black rose
Always pierces our
Concrete
Fights it’s way through
We’ve cursed their
Existence
Their birth
But we remember
The day we met them
The hour
The minute
The second
How the sun looked
&
How they made us feel
&
How we hate the fact
That we’d take them
Back in an instant
Our
Black
Rose
Piercing
Through
Our
Concrete

(o)
|
|
|
_+_

I’ve never met you...
But I miss you terribly...

Took the
PAST
&
PRESENT
doused it
All of it
Stood back
Two steps
Three
Dropped match
Turned around
Walked away

Closed eyes
Could feel the burn against
My back
Then a hand
Your hand
Walked me through
The Darkness
Of
The
FUTURE