Words flowing from the pen
Ink creates a story
Sometimes Vivid vision
Deep from within

The moment your eyes past
The words of a fellow poet
You were stung
Never to recover

Love at first sight is not real
Yet here it happened
Given to search each day
Deciding to read what is laid

Your eyes must see
That you cannot express
No reason to hurt
Passions too strong to resist

Pulling away from desires
Brushing them from your mind
Turbulence cannot be avoided
Commitment to another

Reality expressed so easily
Feelings never available before
Does this answer the question
Where do they fit in your heart

In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less----
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night has thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody---
Then---ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremendous delight---
A feeling not jeweled but mine
Could teach or bribe me to define---
Nor love--- although the love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining----
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

Your words
seasoning my wounds
and shriveling up like salted slugs.
Foaming at the mouth
like a tidal wave
full of rage
ripped from a rabid sea,
ripe with redemption.
Oysters spitting out pearls:
A calming beauty,
an elegant innocence,
provoking upturned snouts.

Go to the store for roast beef
and then go home.

Sometimes I run
Sometimes I run through the street at night
The street lights flood cement grass, the skin scrapes from my feet
Only the burning gravel exists
And echoing footsteps


I run, I run, I run
Her slender silhouette consumes me
I breath, I breath, I breath
Her smooth skin, her smoldering eyes
I desire, I desire, I desire
Her hurricane hair, her waterfall eyes, her mountainous mind


I run until I burst, I run until I burst, I run until I burst
I want every moment of her, every word, every glance
I regret, I regret, I regret
My lungs tear out of my chest and flutter away


My footsteps beat and beat and beat
They are not mine, they are not hers
My tears fall down, down, down
They don’t exist, she doesn’t exist, I don’t exist
The footsteps fade into oblivion

Longest night, shortest day
Longest insomnia, shortest sleep
Longest night to miss you, shortest day to see you
Longest ideas of you, shortest reality of you
Thus, longest anxiety for me, shortest sanity for me
Longest cold, shortest warmth
Longest longing, shortest delight
Longest grief, shortest ease
Longest you, shortest me
And just for this time,
for the last time
just please let me
love you the longest,
and regret you the shortest.

The open windows will freeze
My nose as I laid
In bed, warm and calm
Three hours ago.
The sun on the other side
Of my world
Will twirl around to me
When the people opposite
From here
Are ready to be forced
To share.
The concerto plays on
As I hesitate
To contemplate
What I've done wrong.