I’m making a boat
nailing driftwood together
maybe I’ll make it across
and maybe I won’t, you know
because nothing floats forever
still, it’s good wood to toss
on a pyre when I’m standing
by a fire over on Odin’s
Valhalla’s Landing.

I caught

one

once,



it felt

and tasted

like a

ice cream



melting from

the corner

of your

mouth,



and it

was glorious

and Neopolitan

in flavor.



and just

for a

castaway

moment



we were

in a

cocoon
growing
changing
embracing
love ,


and then

suddenly
the shadow

fell,


and you

inhaled

my love

and spit

it out,


like a

dog who

just ate

something

vile.


and then
you

ran,


and

then when
our
eyes would

meet,


you ran

some more.


keeping just

far enough

away


outside

my desperate

reach,

that lord

forbid

that I

might

ever

taste your
ice cream

smile again.


that summer

I was 13
it was my
first kiss..


I was just
a child


who once

thought

anything

was possible.
then I
met you..


stupid

girl.


*****.

Your Eminence:

Speaking of apostolic poverty
From the queen bed in your apostolic beach house
To those working two jobs to make life happen
Is pretty thin gruel –
                                                   serve it to someone else

your smile,
your face
can brighten
any day
of someone
in need

all you ever
have to do
is be beautiful,
be you,
and believe.

My heart hurts
It fears for the worst
Knowing the end it near
The notes start with “dear...”