I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?

A marvelous beast is the giraffe,
Whose neck seems to stretch by the half.
He nibbles the trees,
While swaying with ease,
And makes other creatures just laugh.

Happy Father’s Day

It’s my wish

Your smile
Lights the brightest
Fireworks.
You ignite explosions
spectacular
in my midnight sky.

Did you think of me
When you awoke from sleep
This morning?
Did you hear my voice
Gently whisper,
“I love you”
and catch my lingering gaze
Admiring your resting face?
That heart-flutter you felt—
That was my spirit
Wishing you a perfect day.

One cigarette to my name –
The last crackling ray of sad brevity I inspire voraciously,
Like a Hail Mary for an epilogue of warmth.
Embrasuring the atmosphere with its release;
She's the grace at the tail of a long day.

Precocious baby, tempered to a china-blue hue, you
Had not been ripe as a morning glory
Before riots mongered in the plasma of your shapeless head.

Haunting as an omen, you
Had drank from the cord of my cold-blooded artery.
Turned my insides out like a shimmering dime bag
As we fell to the earth.