Poetry is for the sad
And those who are in love
I qualify both as neither
And all of the above

Humid nights
At six thirty seven p.m.
Over greasy pizza
And the smell of cigarettes
We debate the universe
Gravity, religion, neutrinos
The rain sticks
Dampens our conversation
Sleep clouds my eyes
And I push away the pizza
Breath in cigarette smoke
Einstein was wrong

I will not speak sweetly
You must sleep with the cacophony
the guilt growing louder in your mind
and a lingering ringing  in your ears

I will not say goodnight
You must sleep with the bitterness,
The scorn burning your throat
and an acrid taste upon your lips

Bake yourself a castle
A castle made of cake
Of sugar coated candy
So sweet your teeth will break

Hold my hand, he said when the waves got big
The current took him instead

April , summer chased me
May, you came to stay
June, July adored me
August you went away

I am a black hole
Take all that is told
Twist it to half-truths
Send it somewhere unknown