There she would come every night
at the last post before the sea
her shadow stealing the starlight
she crooned her lover a lullaby!

the waves breaking the craggy shore
they would be coming nightlong
keen to know what's in store
if he would be drawn by her song!

atop the post he waited alone
if ever a ship came that way
faithfully flashing his earthly beacon
streaking the sea's pathway!

she sang in the hope her notes would rise
with the winds up there to reach him
though he wouldn't see her he would surmise
all her heart's yearning all her dream!

but his eyes only caught the waves' roll
fathomed the distant horizon
a ship must pass to soothe his soul
to fulfill his waiting long alone!

he never knew the ******* the shore
she sang him a loving lullaby
up there alone behind closed door
his love he lent out to the sea!

i fall asleep at six in the morning on weekends,
but through the weeks i collapse as as soon as
ten.

i think ***** has become my new lover,
he leaves hickeys, caked like dried
paint.
he doesn’t disappoint, slurring in words
heavy and foamy.

you are mad.
(because i no longer need you)
but i will crave you until my insides
**** the earth.

maybe that is why being sober for too long
scares me.
we always preach about never becoming our
parents, yet before we realize it we are talking, eating like them.
my mothers boots are too tight.
i think your fathers fight just right.

you miss me now, because all you have is my ghost.
and i hope she haunts you every step of the way,
because for three years you
haunted
me.
and i still can’t fall asleep without
drowning within
you.
i hate sleeping alone.
i hope you do too.

I'm sorry if my poems don't bring you happiness
thrills of joys and cheers
to liven up your day.

when that happens
give me my failure's blame
for my mind couldn't tame
the sad-istic urge
to clothe them and dress
the figures in distress
on the bylanes and streets
trodden inglorious
for a poet to regret
he couldn't make his poems the way
they made your day!