Now I Search the weaves of yarn in amazement,
Hours spent in a trance.
At least it cleared faulty expression,
Yet you know ******
Why I am no longer in your gaze.
Theirs gold and rainbows in the shadows and you incline not to understand?
But banish Cupid and his Arrow,
And sway My heart with the wind.
But that's Social disease, or Poetic Insanity.
My Madness derives from romantic distraction.
Your Love is what you faker, which you created a pilgrim.
Like pendulum strokes to desire, I'll fade away....

Asylums handle the damaged suicide
Hospitals heal faulty nods
And lovers decline to live or die.
But where do I belong?
When anger shakes my moods foundation,
These tender thoughts of being secluded
In a soul that isn't white, nor black,
But gray.
I said "Eternal,"
for this notion exceeds forever.

we were really good;

we tried to find poems,
songs about us
but they failed,
they weren’t even close,

and there was a lot
to celebrate in that,
there was success in
their failure
and we
drank to
that

too much

if I wind up
married to some
stuck up
*****
with
no sense of humor
that never
bites her
nails
and
uses the parking brake

if you call me up
I will
clear my schedule
for you,
I’ll pull on my sneakers
at 3 AM
and
dig up a couple of old songs,

I’ll slide out of the city
like I was never even
there

You’re finally becoming the
person you were meant to be

like
you have found a
balance between
how to give the
world what it needs

and how to
hold on
to what you
need.

I saw you

farther from the
edge
and

you looked good.

maybe one day i’ll catch you
between
lovers
with
your famous smile
and a bottle
between us
and
catch
the moment
we lost years ago

maybe the sun won’t
go all the way
down
and we can sit
forever,
suspended between
today
and
tomorrow

some days
were built to
rip you apart

sometimes
if your lifestyle
lets you
you can sleep
through them

but more often than
not
you have to
take them head on
sober

like bowling pins

as the ball rolls
towards you